Like Stone

Cold silence
Hard, frozen ground
Delicate, white snow
Floats without a sound
Echoing thoughts
Of sad, dark things
Vacant, alone
Not one bird sings
Quivering lips
So pale and broken
Whispers so quiet
Of words unspoken
Empty hearts
Cold, cracking rock
Painful burn
Your endless mock
Though around you is warm
Inside you are cold
Outside so young
But whithering old
You are unmoving
Yet around you is fast
Frozen in time
Between Present and Past

-The Dead Poet
Carpe Diem

by DeadPoet
posted on 04/01/2008