Stone

by AR   Aug 15, 2015


She frozen in stone
Always on her own
No place to call home
When will someone help her

Passing her by street side
They look straight in her eyes
Completely hollow from the outside
Death comes beneath her

Night begins to slowly fall
The sun starts slipping away
Cold rises from the hell
Warmth slithers back to heavens realm

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "warmth slithers back to heaven's realm" I love that last line. Well done.

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