Will Senior · @WilSenior
10th Sep 2014 from TwitLonger
Poem: My Rock
As i sit on my rock,
Eyes closed,
Stormy winds of torment swirl around outside,
My trunk is not swayed as it runs deep into the earths core,
I hear trees cracking and splitting in the storm,
My mouth holds a tiny smile while my hands rest in my lap.
The earth writhes in merciless agony outside,
While inside i am witness to the out breath slowly leaving my body.