Fractured Stone

these walls cry out in shame bearing the weight

of the names written on them of those who came

from the womb and plunged headfirst straight into

the tomb of doom and gloom where quakes are the

shakes of a mothers tears falling at vigils and wakes

staring through the glass top of a round table

surrounded by white chairs straight through to the

floor I see clear wrestling with decisions to be made

texting but in need of conversation not small talk

holding my hand held device never had a role model

to give me sound advice I listen to the strong voice

inside of me telling me to go deep into the in zone

I’m like a thrill seeker my mission is to find and uproot

the make believer hunt it down and bring it back like a

golden retriever I have my ocean to swim and my own

mountain to climb I cannot wait for slackers or those

who fall because their backpackers I do care enough

to point out the way to you but I will not carry you there

I cannot stay here standing in the way of a new discovered

atmosphere I do hope that the sound I hear is not falling

tears because crying is not allowed here this world is evil

the only thing that can be learned by the people is not to fear