The Rock

                                                      

There lies before me

A great boulder

I stumble upon

Blemished  yet smooth

Primed and ready

For me to take the fall

This meandering obstacle

Bold and obtrusive

Lewdly it awaits

As I plunge and purge forth

Blinded by misdirected zeal and passion

Rebellious and undeserving

I placate

Appreciate the chill

Of the soft smooth surface

The cold against my cheek

I weep

And clasp the crevices

Pondering the purpose of this slab

In  my path

I waver

Succumbing to the hunger

And tears.