First time doing this and im bored so here it is..

The hands of earth caress our minds in their fingers
Concreting away all the dreadful events that linger
Rosen from a ground of stone, meant to stand alone
But in my mind we wish that the hand was gone
Away from our thoughts, that they control aggressively
But knowing another hand is near is what is next to me
Another hand to hold me in the air to direct my movement
Fingers of granite, pushing me away from a pain so grueling

But one falls, and the next moment the hand has left
So now the mind of stone, has slowly pained to death
And the other two are alone, sadly grieving in sorrow
Because the hand that left, wont be there tomorrow
The sky turns dark blue, and the tears dry painlessly
The sorrow that was once there, still remains in me
But now my hand has to follow its fingers to a mind
And hope with patience the fragile brain will climb
To a irresistable desolate area of hay and solemn granite
Where the hand is the earth and the mind is the planet.

10 mins not too bad

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