the rocks.

dear myself and all who matters,


when you thought that you reached the mountain top

the smiling birds are your only companies

and the ground was silky satin,

rocks came and hit you hard.

they flew out of nowhere, along with fiery dust

chasing you and your jelly bones

till you tripped and you fell and you twisted
leaving you scared and scarred.

and the rocks
were still after you.

you turned to the silky satin for cover

but you forgot it was no longer yours

the coarse rug is all that there was

scratching your frame with blades of pain.

and the rocks

were still after you.

the great mountain collapsed into black sand

sucking you in with its every breath

dragging you drown and hugging you tightly

pinning your heart till it begged to explode.

and the rocks

were still after you.

you shivered in fear

screamed in pain

cried in agony

whimpered in terror

until you're finally paralyzed.

but the rocks

oh yes, the rocks

they were still after you.

you finally stopped running

because you no longer could

and you closed your eyes

because that was all you could.

you looked at the dark sky

finally reaching for dear hope

and whispered to your soul

searching for dear strength.

the rocks

were still hurting you

the silky satin

was still long gone

the mountain top

was still not visible

but at least

at least you knew

you still lived.