A Rock
A rock
coarse, unyielding
a force to reckon with
completely unfeeling
Now this rain batters down
sinking further into the ground
but don't expect to force a smile
lost, so what is the point of being found?
The simplest pleasantries
lost in a web of complexities
condescending words
retracting every single thought that ever occurred
Pulling out the last remaining root
like weeds, becoming tangled underfoot
always wanting to know everyone's business
yet never fully disclosing their own
Coat this body in rumors
now sounding the alarm
standing here, naked and exposed
opposition hellbent on inflicting harm
Looking upward to empty skies
rain splatters into these eyes
all matter of feeling
please tell me I'm dreaming
mathiasthom
written 7/26/11
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