Monday, June 8, 2015

Spiral Stone

A rock beats
Its juices flow
Fear grips
It doesn't show

In a cage
It hardly moves
Soul and spirit
Never used

Seeks a friend
Provides them pain
Asks for more
Nothing's gained

Speaks a phrase
It's partly heard
Misconstrued
For lacking word

Sits alone
Longs for skin
To cuddle rock
And change within

Always cold
Longs for heat
Robot hands
It sees it meets

Actions here
Works abound
Never useful
Earthly bound

Seeks a soul
From spirit realm
Misconstrued
Overwelmed

Fears itself
A limit reached
Forever cause
A hatred breached

Waits to try
Another time
Same old story
Different rhyme

Rolls up hill
Rolls back down
Where does it end
When. And how.

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