Sonnet For Statues
Of clay and water, I am made;
day in, day out, here I stay.
My soul, it yearns, to live and learn;
as humans have, for all times turn.
As passersby, all stare at me;
I ever long to be set free.
Trapped here in a stony chest;
I suppose, it’s for the best.
No elation, I will feel;
no joy of dance, jig or reel.
I stand alone, for all to see;
a human, I will never be.
Simply put, I stand alone;
just another treasure, some museum owns.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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