Sirwin
Sirwin
poetry, prose

The Stone



The Stone

I'm a stone on the bottom of the ocean. I am so alone. I cry out in fear, "I'm afraid in the dark!", but there's no one here to hear.

The sun is a fairytale in my world of dirt and rust. My eyes see it will never end, and there's no one I can trust.

I was thrown in water by an evil man who was like I am, alone. It might be hard to believe right now, but I was someone's lucky stone.

I was found deep underground. I've seen the kissing beaks of doves. I was kidnapped and put on display by a lady wearing gloves.

She held me in her hands to dust till I shone like the stars. But someone put me in his pocket, which led to many scars.

In the end, the man was killed, and with his dying breath, he cried out as I was thrown, "If I can't have you, none shall have..."

He couldn't finish his sentence or I missed it as I sank down. No one here can save me, which would mean a lot, so as I'll yearn forever, I've placed my faith in God.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.


Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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