Do you hear? Do you see?
Are you aware? Do you watch
As people go by, unnoticing?
Statue, what do you think?
Do you remember the deeds
of kings long past? All about
things that just didn’t last?
Do you remember your maker,
your sculptor, your past? Or winters
when you were covered in ice?
Rain, storm, spring, fall,
Do you remember them all?
Don’t you want to talk?
To tell the world? Or walk?
But you’re a statue; a figure
incased in stone. You're a statue.
You’ll always be alone.
That is a great poem. You asked questions that i would never thought to ask. Your poem makes sense in a sense. your diction and conotation were perfect.
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