at least cement is solid set
by HannahChristina
Sea of rubber, storm of rock
Ponder endless, mudslide thoughts
Never,
never,
never
stops
Until I
cannot see
Batter, torment, carry, pour
Solid things are shifting shores
Until
I cannot hear
Sighs are monsters, out from under
Mud is made of every mutter
Thunder fades into more thunder
Avalanche demands
All of what you thought was peace
deserts to deserts underseas
the grains of sand
climb past your knees
and now i cannot think
I used to hide from walls of rock
or shrink into a corner;
at least
cement
is solid set