Stone Statue

The weeks are running together in an endless array of days. I don't realize the time passing by, only that things around keep moving, what seems to be faster and faster each day. I am left alone, a statue engraved out of stone to watch the years go by me, people walk by me, cities grow around me. I wear down more and more with each passing month, but my feet are still implanted in the rock they were once carved from. Unable to move, unable to change anything, I am left standing unprotected from weather or birds. My stone eyes project the hallow emptiness I feel inside, their sadness looks upon the land with jealousy, secretly wishing to feel the happiness others call their own. I stand apart from the world, a wallflower, a statue created for the passerby to look upon for a moment and move on. Created to lead a lonely life masked by molded beauty. I am that sorry figure slumped to one side, teary eyes gazing down to the ground, too ashamed to look up at the world, the lone stone figurine placed in the corner, left to deteriorate with the rest of the planet.