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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

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