I Turn To Stone

I used to be passionate...

like waterfalls to rivers flowing
like the open sky filled with sun-
giving life to all things growing
peaceful in the tasks I'd done.

But the days became angry...

resentment came heavy as a death
brewing spirit of hate and discontent-
to swallow bitter taste with each breath
within turmoil of each day I spent.

And they wonder why some people snap...

so distorted from battles fought
weak forces fall, left to fight alone-
I couldn't allow myself to get caught
in inner insanity, so I turn to stone.