The Abnormal Observer Poem by Bron Dayvid

It’s so cliché to say I’m like a needle in a hay stack
Step in front of the group and shine or just fall back fade out of the picturing like I’m
Disappearing

My ears take in the sound but my minds not hearing I guess it’s because I’m in my own world Way out in space I can stare deep into your eyes but I ain’t seeing your

Face

I see deeper pass your exterior to your mind pass your mind to your heart and pass your heart to your soul it’s not vice versa because my mind is a black

Hole

See I take in everything from past to future ambitions to apathy fears & pain but similar to a black hole what you see from the outside isn’t the

Same