A Life In Stone Poem by Cabaline xxx

A Life In Stone



She stands as a statue.
With a stone exterior,
But flowers on the inside.
The stone protects the flowers.
But the flowers will rot
and leave just the stone.
Cold and hard and unforgiving.
Then the stone will crumble
and the statue will be no more.

I am a statue
and I am crumbling
from the inside out.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Davis 27 February 2010

very deep, as usual a great read, keep it up!

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