A Moment Of Resentment

The stone beheld itself, noting its rough facets

And abrading edges. Having been now corrupted

By this crude, intrusive self-awareness, the mineral

May no longer be eroded to nonexistence without

Complaint. For what is the purpose, the reason for

This decomposition? If none exists, then why should

One desire to be conscious during their inevitable

Nullification? A flake of stone chipped from its

Surface, and the rock cursed its sight and

Comprehension. An affliction of unimaginable

Consequence: the ability to think, to behold.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"By this crude, intrusive self-awareness, the mineral
May no longer be eroded to nonexistence without
Complaint."
The poem open the door to thoughts. Easy to break apart. Hard to stay strong. Thank you for the poem with strong statements and the opening of thoughts with hard answers to find. A strong ending to excellent poem.
Coyote