Alone Is The Stone Poem by Madrason .

Alone Is The Stone



Everybody is using her
look something's confusing her
shuffling her into a blur
all connects but seems to break
only more and only takes
never enough a scratch on a track
and playing all upon her neck
begging her from what they miss
bagging her with loneliness
everybody abused her
and when she died they
still tried to be excused. M

Sunday, April 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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Madrason .

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