The Rock

Each piece a torrent and each torrent a storm

The thing once everyone’s solid companion

Is all a sunder upon the very will of sanity and calm

A term of tempers lost to ages and burning as an angry sun

No escape when it happens and no hope to run

When the rock loses cohesion

The anchor of solidarity becomes what all have poured upon it

And without pity that hoard will now pour its scorn

 

Forgiveness is an ugly creature

When he who holds another’s sins becomes undone

And must look for a kind soul to act as a rock of his own

 

Or will the pieces fall to nothing

A figure tall to nothing that has form

Embedding shards of raw anger in countless victims

Sowing the seeds of someone else’s storm

“Even statues cry pearls”

 

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