Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Tombstone

You’re the only tombstone in my yard.
The only one who will miss me
Is the same one who will betray me first.

You’re the only statue in my garden
Watching all that grows
And lives without a will

You’re the only pond in my valley
Reflecting destruction and pain
My world crumbles around you.

Cold, hard, still:
This is the way you are
You are just like me.

You’re the only loose stone in my path
The cause of the fall
To remind me I’m alive.

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