Me, The Rock

in my own way I feel,

like a stone atop the chest cavity

of a dying man

weighing him down

and crushing his chest

but as a stone I am not accountable

someone had to have dropped me

and left me there to cause pain and misery

I feel cold and I am immobile

unfeeling stone

as that is what i am

and what else could I be

for days on end the man would holler

till he could no longer

and all the while I was nothing

but a rock

placed there against my will

because I have no will

despite myself

i am nothing but myself

and myself is myself

a solid mass of rock

unable to be unique

unable to individual

corroded off of some cliff

cracking the chest

pushing out the last labored breaths