Monolithic Skin
Grand emotions
Monolith
Sending my soul
To the dark abyss
My store of strength is
Paper-thin
Lying beneath
Monolithic skin
Reaching upward,
I dare not try
To touch the obelisk
Shining high
The substrate of my soul
Is dark, and small, and
Still. It folds
Into the darkness of
Silent space
Monolithic obelisk
Gone….not a trace.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006
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