Grey Hawkins

A Coates Rock

I sit here overlooking God’s house,

waiting for my life to end with a crack.

Back then I stood here on top of the world,

but no longer.

Soon things will get rocky, 

and my life will end.

I'm turning cold as life goes on,

hearing whispers of my replacement.

I was once loved.

Now I sit depressed, waiting to be moved.

Every second that passes feels like one hundred.

My pain is just as bad as dying,

sitting on a cross waiting for my time to expire.

Every time I see someone, 

I think it could be my last time.

I'm getting old.

Each thing that touches me wears me down.

I smell death getting closer,

marching his way down to Earth.

I am alone waiting for him.

I hope I have served you well.

Don't forget me when I'm gone

but thrive in my absence.