I am stone

On the ebb
of mind’s psyche
mortal beings
encountering the end
hear whispering voices
from the deep echoes
of moments past
to the choking
darkness of the abyss,
I cannot breathe.
My thoughts lies
in the corner
of other stones,
the dark symphony
of a generation dead.
I see my image
on broken glass,
a chard of
shattered dreams,
and like some
archaic verse
I find I am alone
for I am Stone.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Are you stoned out of your mind and wits Emperor Andrew???
This is deep sir. I have to think on this one. Powerful and worthy.
Knock on stone and not wood...

[andrew mitchell]

Hi Sami, just a theme around tombstones, death, the mind, just pushing the boundaries in writing sometimes it works lol. Thank you friend for your visit.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Emperor!

[andrew mitchell]

You are the king.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe!
At least you are pushing boundaries and not conquering borders. You might take over New Zealand. Lol