Stumble

One footstep, the feel of skin upon rock
A day which is after 12 and Thursday
Pressure follows and pain sears the joints
Rest: to lift a foot high
Pain recedes for a moment as skin plays with air
Freedom wisps around that which is mostly covered
With leather, bound and protected and hard
Giving it life that it had never felt
Till at last it returns to the Earth
And to Pain, oh pain.. so much pain
Skin upon rock, a twist, a dreadful twist
The soul, crippled by its unthinking self
Hath not seen rock, nor stone, nor broken brick
And down falleth the high and mighty
Down upon jagged rock and moss that leaves its stain
Upon whitened cloth, that played in water
Anger shall come from she who gave the dirt freedom
Who released it into the waters of life
Via the electronic whirlpool sprite
And jagged rock meets with pale fragile bone
And skin so soft and pure and tender
Fractured, broken, punctured, giving blood a new flow
Into the waters below where small creatures dwell
In salted pools where the sea left them to die
Great and terrible cries filled the salted air of the sea
Many screams punctured the sanctitiy of seaside visitors
Who turned to behold thy punctured and broken body
Smiles upturned to laugh at what they behold
Unthinking cruelty to throw at a broken soul
Who was lost in a dream and did not behold thy rock
Placed before her step.
Till at last taken far from rocks and stones and sand and laughter
Lie still in pain in plaster