In Stone Written By ZOEY BELL
I’m laid out on the tile
Cold face and In denial
Wind whispers in my ear
And wipes away my tears
But delegates my fears
With every single step
I feel I overslept
In sorrow so confining
In pain I am abiding
My conscience overflowing
With senses of foreboding
Keeps me cradled in
Crawls beneath my skin
With sorrowed consolation
Improper communication
And though I do see red
It's time to cut the thread
To complete isolation
This poem is about:
Me