I have always been that rock of granite.
Was always that go to guy to talk to.
Now I feel all alone on this decaying planet.
Looked to reassurance of something true.
You denied what was all important.
Something to give me strength was you!
That explains my sad rage and rant,
As those I've helped just won't come thru.
I needed encouragement to let me know,
There was someone that really cared.
It would have energized me so
And I would have been a rock quite
unimpaired.
I have always been a batholith of stone,
Stately shining at the canyon's wall.
Compassion and advice to set the tone,
Encouraging all to reach to be so tall.
Now the weathered cracks shatter.
The shards sloff off like old redundant skin.
From the manmade frozen ice and water,
It often seems that I just can't win.
The granite crumbles to the valley below
And slowly exposes my inner core.
I sincerely wish that you would know...
In fact I must compassionately
emplore.
I never meant to bother or hurt you.
I just really,really needed you to show,
That there was certainly proven true
Someone real to make me know,
So I could be your rock again.
I could be attached to something real.
I would then always be your friend.
Had to know it was not surreal.
Now as my inner soul becomes exposed
I pray it is durable granite, not fragile slate.
For though I be a mass so composed
Must endure the reality of
my fate.