I feel like a statue
Dissolving and disintegrating from the elements.
Maybe that is what statues are,
Frozen sadness that is not heard but only spoken to
A cloak of frozen smoke that eventually crumbles
Loneliness turned into powdery dust.
Maybe dirt and sand are really lost and lonely souls
Surrendered to the harsh elements of humanness,
Becoming the support for others to find their footing
Crying statues
A petting zoo of statues
Lonely souls that finally get touched and stroked, picked up and spoken to
By other sad and lonely ones
Who have not yet turned to stone
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:02 PM UTC
I feel like a statue
Dissolving and disintegrating from the elements.
Maybe that is what statues are,
Frozen sadness that is not heard but only spoken to
A cloak of frozen smoke that eventually crumbles
Loneliness turned into powdery dust.
Maybe dirt and sand are really lost and lonely souls
Surrendered to the harsh elements of humanness,
Becoming the support for others to find their footing
Crying statues
A petting zoo of statues
Lonely souls that finally get touched and stroked, picked up and spoken to
By other sad and lonely ones
Who have not yet turned to stone
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