As If I Were a Stone

As If I Were A Stone Sometimes the night is silent as if I were alone, And as heavy as a sinking cloud as if I were a stone. Crushing feelings, not seeming real as if they were a dream, And as frightening as a nightmare goading me to scream. Sometimes the morning taunts me as if I were a child, Yet as bright and funny as a clown as if I never smiled, Playing tricks with my sanity as if I were a fool, Yet as loving as a reluctantl friend kicking like a mule. Sometimes the day judges me as if I were accused, People come and people go as if they were confused, Ignoring me with their scrutiny as if I could avoid A million eyes nailing me down to keep me paranoid. Sometimes my life seems normal as if I were the sky, Drifting by like a summer cloud as if that I could fly, But sinking like the coming darkness as if I were a stone Plunging me into silent sleep where I will weep alone. © RJVHorton2015