Iraq

I'm made of stone. That's what I'll say,
Which means that, when the silence ends,
Her words won't have effects on me. If
She is sweet, I won't dissolve. If she
Is acid, I will go uneaten. Bleak and
Monolithic, I will show I'm silent, too,
And soon enough she'll go away, at which
Point, like a ravaged cliff, I will tumble
Down.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-12 at 11:39

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