Don’t say anything
just look the other way
obsession
becomes oppression
you can’t win
it’s a sin
Why is it that way?
there is more to say
quiet so long
the same old song
the man behind the lens
lurking
jerking
controlling
trolling
She feels small
so, she faces the wall
in case he is watching
from the dot
hidden behind the chair
over there
behind the screen
now blinking in a tree
she can hear him breathe
it must be in her head
we will excuse him instead
and move ahead
Don’t they know
this is not an end?
Somewhere else he will begin.
What is this poem really about?
This poem is about being watched and a predator that uses devices to do so. It happens more than we know.
It is a crime. It is an invasion of privacy. It is sexual harassment.
Yet so many times, as with other forms of harassment, it gets ignored and the predator moves on to the next victims.
Oh wow. This freaked me out. Love the ending....(no pun intended)!
'This reminds me of Orwell's 1984, Jane. Big Brother is watching, watching ...
Poignant poem!