A strong stone crafted statue
Harsh lines and a dull eyes
Carefully crafted shadows casted upon,him,
Him
It is a person
A boy
You look at the meticulous lines and curves and you forget who it is
You forget the burdens that only stone can bear
You forget the smile once worn warm and radiating as if a sun kissed body of water,
Gone, now as cold as an iced over lake
From his stone cold face
His laugh once as light, now weighed down by the worlds burdens
Once a boy
Now
A strong stone crafted statue
YOU ARE READING
The mind of a messed up person
PoetryPoems of people, experiences, life, lust and lost.
