Stone Garden
Standing in a garden of stone , nothing there grows
Organised in rows each stone stand as a memorial to those already fallen.
A cursory glance reveals a myriad of stone tablets, Each with an epilogue of the life entombed beneath.
Taken aback by a certain Marker I move for a closer look, A mirror set within reflects my image the inscription below reads simply ....
"Non descript".......
I then realized that my exsistance has been dull, lifeless, joyless.
I awoke in a sweat, Determined to live, laugh , love.
Sheltering myself from the experiences that life offers has lead to my sedentary existence, in essence i was already dead , entombed within my own casket hid away from it all
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