Stone

we're just stones lying in a hollow
all so alone
lifeless we reign
and rest unknown
if only for tomorrow
might we shed our bloody bones
we're scarred by wisdom
it reminds us that we're alive
like playing with fire
or running with knives
for every living head thousands lie hollow
for those who lie insane comes the burden of tomorrow
for those who die in vain
we cling to sorrow
I want to be consumed by dreams
and madness in motion
the rolling of tongues
and television screens


by Clifford K. Watkins | Poetry Home