Longing


Not alive but not dead as I watch their breath,

With a jealousy inside I can't explain.

I sit not alive yet contemplate “death”

Though I’m only a stone, so simple, so plain.

Death to me means nothing, as I’m already “dead”

But it's life I want but can't achieve,

I want eyes so tears I'm able to shed,

And a heart so when cut I’m able to bleed.

I can never die nor ever grow old.

I live forever through many eons

For I'm a rock (many times I've been told)

I've seen thousand, millions of days and dawns.

Not dead but not alive as I watch them live

Eternal jealousy, for I am a rock.

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