stone monument cries

whether it be the weather , 

or too much alcohol 

somewhere inside the stone monument , erosion clapped its hands and its job was complete

weathering down a great stone monument from the inside out 

when they told me stories of great monoliths and structures my ancestors built with hand and blood and the same stone his father's headstone was made out of they never remembered to mention that inside every great man with hard hands was rock 

and as monumental as he was , the great stone monument had no change of surviving the storm

the harsh weather 

the college debt and unresolved questions

the crumbling marriage and loss of control over himself so he tried to control everyone around him , he beat respect into the ground he walked on with every step but he never thought that so much disruption would make the dirt fly from underneath him 

stone monument had finally become victim to time 

stone monument drank and drank the rain and lightning every night to feel something 

or to forget 

stone monument had one too many tonight 

stone monument threw his anger and sadness on his three most beloveds , the sun , the flowers and the vines 

stone monument can't stop ripping and pushing and pulling and hitting 

stone monument 

can't control himself anymore 

he sits after the storm and feels  the suffocating humidity of silence 

and finally 

stone monument cries