Aimless the Stare

Comfortable with the uncomfortable trapped with an intrepid countenance reaching out to the other side unable to table discussion as the world rolls by Half past twelve but can heavy eyes last another forty years holding back tears stretched out across a hardened porch made solely off the back of a broken man The hills of coal have stripped again what once was the promised land engulfing the mountain and a soul rocking the chair aimless the stare *inspired by a book I'm reading* *Gray Mountain by John Grisham*