“Watching” (Poem/Visual)

I wrote this poem about a man that is losing his grip on reality and thinks that there are people in the world watching and following him. In the end it turns out that there were people watching him. Or were they? Perhaps he just finally went off the deep end. I made a video with visuals below too. Follow my TikTok: @newdrivehomejoe

Rain drips from fire escapes,
puddles spell words he can’t ignore.
Posters curl and tear like whispered warnings.
Shadows stretch too close, strangers move like masks.
He shakes his head
maybe he’s imagining it.
But the city moves in rhythm,
one echo at a time.
They’re watching.
Waiting.
And finally…
he was right.