The little boy watches. He watches through a small crack of his bedroom door like a prisoner glaring through the bars into the horror that is his life. The boy is a spectator of an event he'd rather not attend.
The boy is helpless as his creator fends the evil. He wants to help her strike down the wicked but he’s paralyzed through fear.
His sibling, much older, has been called to the front lines and the boy watches as she is defeated the same. The boy is determined to help, but he watches.
As he watches with feelings of uselessness he begins to imagine a different scene. A setting were he's grown. He is a man that doesn't watch but guards.
He's a powerful athlete with incredible strength. He's an attorney with the power to defend with his mighty intelligence. He's an assassin with the deadliest of abilities. He's not just a boy who watches.
His infinite imagination consumes him. He's powerful and unwavering. He protects the soldiers that have shielded him for so long.
He's unwillingly thrown back into the place of real. It's not where he hopes to stay. He cannot fight the certainty of truth, the truth that he is just a boy who watches. @ellowrites @ellopoetry