The Rock


Lying openly for all to look,
Susceptible to anything.
In seasons of parching heat,
It prayed for rain to alleviate.
Blessings descended from the Heavens.
The water seeped deep into the lines on its face;
Lines that surfaced from the parch.

Winter came

Water froze in the dark of the night.
Deepening the lines of weakness.
Rain was but an accursed blessing,
Prolonging life just so it could kill for the sport.
In light, water melted.
Filling up the deepened lines once more.
In darkness water solidify and once more weaken the rock.

The seemingly resistant rock is giving way.
Slowly but surely.
By a combination of everything.
Like the breakwater,
It is disintegrating.
Till its nothing but those pieces that people tred on.
Pieces that people kick off the road.
Pieces that are nothing.

Pieces that are waiting to be pieced.

-sHavIA


**but now forever has come and gone, and i'm still here alone**
-it was you