The Rocks Beneath Me

You can hear the rocks

hear the moon and

its long tune

it stretches beyond 

where courage is gone

 

you could hear the rocks

hear the dry leaves and 

the crickets song

you lay down your sweater, now the night is long

 

you can feel the rocks

behind you, stabbing, engulfed

you yell out to stop

no one hears you, come on

 

I guess I was just an object a rock

This poem is about: 
Me

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