My voice has filled with gravel
My heart dripping with cement
My words are the granite
On which ideals are split
Those that have harken
All preach in my name
Beware the gollum
Who bridges sanity and sane
My lime sole entices a rumble
When it disturbs mother Gaia
Rivers part
When I meet the earth
I cause destruction
By traversing an area
I cause death
By simply laying a foot
Moss grows thick
On my perpetually moving body
Vines snake between my boulders
Forming ligaments
Giving me color
Life
Clover entombs my lofty shoulders
Clad like meadows in soft lush
Warmth peers over
Hushes me
Scolds
Reminds me of my years
To remember others aren't as old
These little sheep
Don't understand that destruction
Is the only way to rebirth
These little lambs
Still need
Teaching
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
