How Far Can You Throw A Small Stone? - Poem by Mark Heathcote

My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
Take the roof right off this trifling town
How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you’re all alone.

It takes herculean task
To break a window, I want my own thrown,
I want my own home
I want to cry and at times space to bemoan.

I want my own home
Don’t tell me everything I say is overblown
My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
My heart is ready to break like a herringbone.


Don’t tell me everything is just a steppingstone
Oh, I’m sinking I’m drowning
And you aren’t helping, blowing your own trombone
I just need to stand up, stand up alone.

How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you’re all alone.

It takes herculean task
To break a window, I want my own thrown,
I want my own home
I want to cry and at times space to bemoan.

I want my own home.