Stones

I wanted to write about pain and it became something completely different.

A clearance in the woods you'll find

A statue in that place you'll see

It's made of rough stone blocks aligned

And looks like a man, you'll agree

A man that has no life

His face is not like yours

He's never had a strife

No frowns, no cries, no sores

His heart, if he has one

Was never torn apart

His smile won't come undone

A perfect work of art

If only it were real

It'd be the perfect smile

But nothing does he feel

His grin is to beguile

A clearance in the woods you'll find

A statue in that place does lie

It has the looks of human kind

To human life it won't comply