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........

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