Sculptures
Here I stand a form of solid stone my eyes hollow,colourless; drained
open yet lost just blank space
exquisite detail each vein and wrinkle each hair and nail
the mirror image of man,
I dare not move
lest life flood these veins and the pain follows
the strife and to struggle these limbs heavy,fake
yet still I decay, crumble
and to the elements give myself away
my skin soft to the eyes you swear it would be warm had you felt it
I stay
clutching thin air and looking up into nothing
I am a prison
yet I feel everything
Like the bird that sounds so elegant in screaming out to be free
I face the heavens hoping they have favoured me
Let that rain fall and slide upon me
Keep the stone cold and my heart still
Hoping my thoughts never echo
Here I rest in pain
Poetry by stef lai
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 00:40
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