Rock
echoes of old ashes
faintly linger on breeze—
forgotten longings…
images flicker on
a broken television—
what might have been, if…
static received,
but message is meaningless—
lost in the ether…
why do I undertake
to put the pieces together
they are so scattered…
seems impossible—
never underestimate
the will of one man…
maybe I’m not great—
some cruel, deem me foolish—
but I’m like a rock…
hit me and shatter—
if I fall you may be crushed—
weather every storm…
just look at me now…
Pendragon
© 6/15/07
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(I liked your little tag line and borrowed the idea.)

