Unconscious Stone Poem by Joshua Erick

I look from atop this stone,
that stands like a natural sky scraper, that's worn.
I can yell, I can pray, I can reflect,
I can say 'if you're there, I want to know, let me know.'
Still on the unconscious stone, that is water worn.
I want an answer, I feel a presences, but I'm my own,

I am alone.

Born to the world with no answer and not of request,

to choose my life's direction in some sort of existential test.