Judgement

There you sit on high

Looking down

Towards the mess that you are

Free from

In your ivory tower

Every stray hair

Kept tightly fastened

Underneath your wig of steely grey

As we lay trapped

On the periphery

With our joy in chains

Wondering if there is any way

To get free of it

And yet even this scene

Could just be one orchestrated

By painful memories

Of times we felt ourselves to be

So separated from ourselves

That our inner division

Transforms itself

Completely

Into crippling self obsession

As our minds imagine

A thousand eyes

Upon us

When the honest truth

Is no one is actually watching

Or even cares