Stone woman
cold and alone.
A sunken
piece of stone.
You’re always seen
but never see
the world beyond the bluish-green.
Yet your heart only longs to be free.
Your eyes forever searching
lips that yearn to speak,
hair behind you dancing,
A frozen physique.
Stone woman
staring up into the sky
a silent
battle cry.
“a silent battle cry …” … nice way ending it. I sometimes go through that. a silent battle. Awesome piece again! 😀 Thanks for sharing!
Thank you! and thanks for enjoying 😉
I like the drama in the last four lines.
Thank you very much 😀