I am a boulder next to the shore.
Beaten and battered from the hostile storms,
all I can do is just feel the everlasting pain.
Deadlocked to this one spot,
I stare at my motionless view.
Nothing changes day-to-day,
The world is only dark and gray.
Endless tides of sorrow and regret,
bring with them tormenting swells
My outside has hardened over the years,
But yet, the whitecapped waves still break though my stone exterior.
The icy ocean fills every unhidden crack and crevece
Piece by piece, the violent current grinds me down.
Pretty soon, I'll only be a tiny pebble in the ground.
Underneath my inflexible skin, I cry at that thought.
I want to speak out and be heard,
To tell someone about my suffering.
To let them know I can feel pain too.
Yet I cannot...
I'm powerless to say or do anything,
I can only fake a smile and take the beating.
For I am, a dwindling boulder next to the shore, only that and nothing more.
