A Fair Exchange
My Lungs have been lost
My Heart, My Joy
They have stolen everything important
and replaced it with rocks
'Don't be ungrateful, they're the greatest rocks in the land'
But i never asked for rocks? You stole what cannot be replaced
How will I find happiness through these silly rocks?
How will i find my joy with pieces of stones on the ground?
I will lie on these stones as I take my last breathe
still searching for the meaning, to your words in my head.
This poem is about:
Me