The Rock

Furious feelings Hieves of anger Big brown eyes, stare into dim reflection Others pass and go, but her, the rock stares at nothing A flickering box, alive and loud That never dies, but makes you desend, slowly Your eyes become red, like blood But her, the rock seeming to be paralized blood storm clouded eyes stuck on the box She is yet still alive, but gone Leaving a ghost a whisper in the wind, footsteps in a parade, ..........alone....... But her, the rock is bold and tough but not all bad you trip on her, but use her as a step Fall down when climbing, but still you got up there A chair to sit on a hazard, a boulder a stone the rock