I stand in a stony stupefied slumber on a lush verdant expanse of life. My feelings and emotions have crystallised and amalgamated into two massive frigid boulders that are made more callous and cold by the winter snow. They stand like unrelenting sentinels at my soul’s door blocking out all memories. I see all but feel nothing for nothing reaches inside. I empathise with the barren tree that watches me turning into a more hardened stupour with each passing day.
I am an inanimate monolith for whom the time has stood still.
Time jests and mocks me,
I stand adamantly proud,
Hoping to rupture.