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
Copyright © Lea O'Brien | Year Posted 2010
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