a feeble rock

A Poem by Z.

free-verse for that guy

His smile,
radiating miles away
reaches
the deepest hell
of my soul,

but he
does not look at me;
he does
not turn my way.
He keeps
his vision
straight to his road and
does not let it stray.

I might just be
a feeble rock
lying upon the neglected pavement,
the one which
he would not even notice
getting kicked around
and would not mind
kicking it anyway.