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