Among the Stones
Everyday of my life is
An intimate scene
Inundated by
Emotions and images
Through broken shadows and crossing
The silence of pathos
I make
A random visit to my soul
Searching for
The truth and answers
Ending with the beating of a drum
Still filled with feverish passions
I glimpse at who I am
Perhaps
I am a voiceless expression
In reposed position
Not knowing much about myself
The autumn colors bring
Winter melancholy
The emotions inverse
To flow into my soul
And reality becomes
An intruder
I unfold into
The rhetorical questions
Of my life’s internal negations
Still with presupposition
I am among the stones