sorenbarrett

Headstone

I lie with no thoughts, a lump of stone,

dead, unfeeling, cold, heavy and hard

I stand alone, abandoned, blind, and deaf

Broken from my primal bed,

a rough and battered, splintered, shard,

scattered, shattered, bits of what I once was

Dark, stranger to light, I do not sparkle, or shine,

dull as charcoal even in the bright sun

I cast a shadow that leaves no mark

All flaws exposed, mixed with millions of others,

I repose in the dust from which I\'ve come