Stuck

A field of stones,

Lay still, alone.

No names to give identity.

No love of mine to give to thee.

No time for tender loving care,

To make me stay in rotten lair.

I walk the grounds with tear-soaked eyes,

Sad at the state of the stones that rise,

Up through the skies,

Up to the highs,

Where the content of us

Go to spend our time.

 

 

But ill content am I,

With flying through the sky,

Looking down gayly on the world,

Laying down freely with our Lord.

The problems of the living,

Still to me are worries giving.

So I wander,

So I ponder.

A solution trying to find,

For freeing us all from the bind,

Of the cruelly unjust,

Of life, of death, of crime.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jessie]

I like it, you sexy pink wearing thing you. One of my favorites, a little more artistic than usual, if you can buy that. Great discription. Kisses and three smiles

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