Rose Pace Poet I do not know?

Concrete Man

Did they rip your heart?
Did they bleed it dry as stone?
Thud, thud, thud
It beats against the bone.
Even your tears were hallow,
Set against the ducts they never fell,
But your tongue lashed like a whip
You expressed yourself well.
Those years of grief you spewed in anger 
Until we were sick of it too,  
Concrete man
Solidified in heartache
What will move?
Move you?
The cracks are showing now,
What will be left of you but rubble?
A mountain I will never fathom,
Who did this to you?
Who
Leaked away the brightness
So not even the dreams shone through?
I had to get away, 
Every thing you touched
Was hurt, and hell?
I ran before I was too set in your ways,
One monument to sorrow is surly enough.
I wanted to break the mold
No more tough
Love, tough,
But even from this distance you throw your stones,
Determined to leave your mark, you wanabe medusa
I will not look that way,
I would rather bleed to death
Than harden and grow cold.

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