The Onlooker's Paradise
A place like nowhere else
I am drawn here
to the Onlooker’s Paradise
where I see everything.
A window to the world
A world without my sins
or with, I can choose
as I see everything, everyone
I walk in through the doors
that were meant to be (forever) closed
and see what lies beyond
that which was never meant to be seen
Yet I am alone in this travesty
of reality.
Not a syllable of my stories
reaches the ears of another being.
I see my little boy
I feel helpless like I felt before
as I left him and came here
to the Onlooker’s Paradise
where not a living soul exists.
By Nityaansh Parekh
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