A rock.

To exist in matter
but be nothing in that of thought
a rock can be held
can be placed
cannot walk
cannot think
cannot grow
although it isn’t nothing
I can feel it
I can see it
and it is nothing
in that it is not living
it is an object
that I can think of
that can be withered by a storm
that can be changed
although it is nothing
it cannot die
it cannot grow
yet I could trip upon it
breaking my neck
meeting my demise
so is it something?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I’ m not really sure where my mind was going with this poem maybe you can make sense of it? Sometimes I just write when frustrated and just sort of just let the words clutter the space.

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