Pretty Thinker

Too Plentiful, Some Sorrow

So here I am

Alone

I am stone

You are air

I am every inch of

What I don’t want to be

And I can’t move

I can’t even crawl

My aching is so deep

I see the hole of it below

My sorrow is so vast

I am the ship in it

And I don’t know how

To steer

Or else

I don’t know where

To go.