my broken stone

cold and alone, there stands my broken stone.

worn and soon erased, my letters grow old the same as this space.

wind and rain batter my strength, I still stand, still stand...until I hear the crack rushing through my center.

collapsing and shattering like a shell, I topple down, a broken stone.

no one has visited and no one will know.

I am torn in half, two parts of this stone.