Stone Engraved


"closes his eyes 
and says he's drowning
the palms are reaching out to him
says he's trembling
yesterday and memories
tragedy of loss and greed
all that does not matter
crawl inside this empty hive
and deep inside myself
I find a rebel with a book 
full of tasteless fantasies
runs along the mirror in my heart
thinks mother was a waste of time
life is just a waste of words
need to hold his hand while he's drowning
mother hear him crying
kill his heart, condemn the soul
I see him stare at me
stone engraved
write to me"

~susanna

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