A Stone in Fields of Green and Blue

[Thunderembargo]

Making knight moves on the kitchen tile
Feel I’ve been here for a while
It’s snowing a bit, but not enough
For me to talk about it much
I guess that I’ll just write it down
To read when nobody’s around              haunting and chilling simultaneous
Poetry is sad enough
Sadder when you’re acting tough

Soon enough I’m sitting there
Flooded by torrential stares
Some are black, some crystal clear      this is a decent line
Some with ever present tears
Two that stare inside of me
Though looking right beside of me        this is a deterrent line, a strange demarcation of the psychological; bold w-out being elaborate
Leading me to fields unknown
And leaving me there all alone              i want you to understand that the content of this stanza is profound sans grandiosity

Inhumane, these eyes that lead
Me to a place where I concede
That all my thoughts are yours alone
These eyes are yours that make me stone            

a follow-up stanza or three could work well, a lengthening of these ideas, their inherent description and prolonging the tragic catharsis