Better Be A Stone


I am stuck.
The mind turns void.
Eyes blink.
I stay for hours.

I hear silence.
Think of nothing,
A stone like being.
I remain for long.

I forget the place.
Do not remember
places, names.
am quiet for a time.

I appear strange.
A semblance to none.
Akin to the dumb, deaf.
A lunatic, perhaps.

I desire to be this way,
where in the world
garrulous abound,
who talk in vain.

I prefer to withdraw
from the place
where pretenders
prosper and live.

This is my aim
will achieve in no time.
I invoke grace,
before I end my race

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