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