As If I Were A Stone
Sometimes the night is silent
as if I were alone,
And as heavy as a sinking cloud
as if I were a stone.
Crushing feelings, not seeming real
as if they were a dream,
And as frightening as a nightmare
goading me to scream.
Sometimes the morning taunts me
as if I were a child,
Shining bright as a funny clown
as if he always smiled,
Playing tricks with my sanity
as if I were a fool,
Yet as loving as a reluctant friend
kicking like a mule.
Sometimes the day judges me
as if I were the accused,
People come and people go
as if they were confused,
Ignoring me with their scrutiny
as if I could avoid
A million eyes nailing me down
keeping me paranoid.
Sometimes my life seems normal
as if I were the sky,
Drifting by like a summer cloud
as if a cloud could fly,
But sinking like the coming darkness
as if I were a stone
Plunging me into silent sleep
where I will weep alone.
Sometimes the night is silent........
© RJVHorton2015
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
As If I Were A Stone
Sometimes the night is silent
as if I were alone,
And as heavy as a sinking cloud
as if I were a stone.
Crushing feelings, not seeming real
as if they were a dream,
And as frightening as a nightmare
goading me to scream.
Sometimes the morning taunts me
as if I were a child,
Shining bright as a funny clown
as if he always smiled,
Playing tricks with my sanity
as if I were a fool,
Yet as loving as a reluctant friend
kicking like a mule.
Sometimes the day judges me
as if I were the accused,
People come and people go
as if they were confused,
Ignoring me with their scrutiny
as if I could avoid
A million eyes nailing me down
keeping me paranoid.
Sometimes my life seems normal
as if I were the sky,
Drifting by like a summer cloud
as if a cloud could fly,
But sinking like the coming darkness
as if I were a stone
Plunging me into silent sleep
where I will weep alone.
Sometimes the night is silent........
© RJVHorton2015
