Sea and Stone

[totaltrainwreck]

This poem felt like it had an underlying rhythm. I wish you'd have changed a couple words around to really bring this out.

dear friends
i hope this finds you well
i am crushed between sea and stone
since we last found a moment
between you and me

ive since been a statue
carved of muscle and bone
placed above nothing
bleeding from knuckles and lungs

my shaking knees i reason
are from my cold apartment
or a fear of dying alone
either is sad in its right