A Monolith

A monolith do not know the touch of flames, but it is forever in searing pain
It does not know the touch of love, yet it does not stand tall in vain

A monolith do not know fear, but it exists in a state of dread
It is not alive, but it lives on as undead

A monolith do not mend, it is damaged and deformed yet still immortal
It does not bend, it breakes beyond the perception of every mortal

A monolith do not know grief, but it is ravaged by sorrow
It is the embodiement of oneness, but inside it rages a storm of diversity

Hidden in dark depths, not hollow
Not dead, just shrouded in obscurity...




Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 09:53

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Janine>K
Just got shivers down my spine...wish I knew why you have such dark thoughts...anyway it is still very captivating and very intriguing ..keep up the good work
2007-03-13