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It is within this rock I sit

Encased in regret

Solidified by guilt's mortality

Hurt friend’s pain and sadness etched

Dead for all sense and purpose

Shifting on ancient sand’s sorrow

Blistered by dire gale forces breathing

Stoic between cracks in the facade

Weathering at rapid paces of mistaken footsteps

A mausoleum of loneliness

Branded with hot iron’d weepings

Deafened of heartbreak earthquake tremors

Hammer and chiseled contaminates

Crushed bits of worthless rubble

Scattered in sincerity's anguished apologies

****** by stupidity…



                                        …dust on the wind