On a distant hill, there lies a rock,
never touched
by compassion, joy or anger.
While being torn down by wind and rain,
It will only whip itself inwards
in eternal, impersonal silence,
and at last forget its own existence
Floating clouds, distant thunder!
Though it may dream,
it will never sing.
Though broken in pieces,
it will never utter a word.
It had been lying there, watching the seasons pass by...
Seeking for absolution that will never come…
Devoid of any feelings…uttering nothing in its silent solitude,
it still waits..
Seconds passing like days..
Words echoing in slow motion..
Time all and standing still..
But still waiting…
Yanivers3 Community Member |
|