Crafting A Statue

Walking out from his job, he feels nothing
Another night he goes home, its been another long day
From the alley she crept out, had she been crying
Sir do you know if theres a place i can stay
Its getting dark and ive nowehere to be going
But he walks on without a word, pretends he didnt see her
She was out of the ordinary normalcy that he lives
Something he didnt need to be concerned with

Oh couldnt you have reconsidered
Couldnt you have tried to be human
Whats wrong with you friend of mine
Which path are you going

See me and this man, we used to be friends
He was a decent nice guy and, i dont know what happened
If it was a few years ago, i know he wouldve taken her in
I dont know what this terrible routine has done to him
Its work all day and try to sleep all night, but always wake up tired
I think if he could meet his oldself well, one would be crying

Oh couldnt you have thought twice
Couldnt you have tried to be human
Whats wrong with you friend of mine
Which path are you going to go
Couldnt you have tried to be human

The worlds been crafting a statue, layering him in stone
I wonder sometimes if hes still in there you know
Just waiting to be set free from the cold hold
The worlds been crafting a statue, layering him in stone
I wonder sometimes if hes still in there you know
Just waiting to be set free from the cold hold

Author's Note

Unmodified, typed as it flows.
I'd like to thank the song i was listening to when i wrote this, Copeland's Another Day In Paradise.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

I can not tell you exactly why, but I was constantly reminded on the quote of Michelangelo while I read your poem.

- I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. -

Lines with a very profound essence. I got the message!

Society and life's experiences change us and model us to the beings we seem to be on the outside, with the fences we all build up around us to shelter our fragile self from the rough world, but would one take all the masks away we have put on during the journey people would be astounded at what lies beneath ...

Yes I can hear it nicely well as a song or a spoken word, Marvelous work. Very thought provoking and inspiring.

[Lady Ellen]

There is definitely, the cold hard feeling in the words that one feels sometimes when life gets to over-bearing. Statue is a good word for it. Sometimes an old soul can feel trapped inside, when to utterly tired from too much negativity surrounding you. It has a desparate appeal, and makes one think, if given the simple chance, next time I will be more helpful.

[NCPanthersgurl]

It's very hard for me to find free verse poetry that I actually like; and I'm pleasantly surprised to tell you I really enjoyed this. You've captured the emotion without going into poetic rhyming nonsense somewhere. {{That doesn't fit when the rest is free verse}}

I am highly impressed, you have definatley gained a fan in me =]

[Morgan Ashire]

I'm torn between contentment and dislike. The way its written, flows well enough, but at the same time, without the music, something is always left to be desired. I know its the same with my work as well and I don't fault you for that. All in all, the subject matter is good, the form of emotional delivery is good, as well as the general emotional setting for the story that it tells. It's not too stacked in the favor of visuals, but considering the style its written in, it makes up for it. Not a bad write at all.

[Ani Ashford]

This is such a strong story... and a message. I have been in that place of turning to stone, and what it does to the soul - and to the body for that matter. You have used your words well - it almost does seem like a song. Well done.