LONELY....
LIKE A STONE
THROWN TO
THE GROUND
LEFT ALONE
IN THE MINCED
MEAT OF MY
SORROW....
TRAVELERS...
UNAWARE OF
MY DISTRESS
PASS BY
LAUGHING
AS THEY GO
DEAF TO MY
CRIES...
WAIT....
COME BACK
I WANT TO
TALK...
I WANT TO
LIVE...
TO MOVE
TO BREATHE
I AM A ROCK
A STUPID
ROCK...
NOTHING MORE...
Bobby Jameson Oct 26, 2010
