Piece missing out of the wall,
Even without it the building could never fall.
No one would notice it gone,
Until the next stone was taken and drawn.
The lonely stone watches the days past,
And the nights bring the stars out vast.
43 words ago you didn't know about this stone,
52 words ago you couldn't have known.
Wouldn't have because eyes are averted,
Eyes so messed up it explains why vision is distorted.
The stone laughs at itself lying there with it's pain, left magically uncrushed,
Waiting for it's inevitable destined or quick time to go from rock to dust.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
