Blackened Souls

This is poetry from a very hard period of my life. I hope you enjoy. Some are happy some are morbid.


11. The Guardian

I watch as all of
God's creatures
Live out their blessed
Always moving, always changing

But I stay here as their
Made of stone, and earth
I rise up and prove my worth.

I overlook the grand river
That made me a canyon.
Leaving me to be but,
a Guardian of stone.

Always changing, always moving
These waters are never gentle but
never rough
With each gentle wave, a sign of love and life.

I watch as a guardian
Never changing never living
But always loving.

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