Seeking Solace

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I am a rock,

I'm cold and hard, unmovable even through the roughest storm.

I do not shine bright with a galaxy of prisms like a diamond,

I am instead the grey, tainted, stream bed rock who has never known beauty.

I am unafraid, unshakable, unremorseful

I have seen calamity and war and have never wavered,

I have had blood splattered upon my dull surface,

Watched life drain from the eyes of wounded soldiers, offering no help.

I will forever remain unmovable and cold, hard and unforgiving.

It is my lot in this unending life, bellow these murky waters.

So I know this poem was exceedingly strange, but it's something I had to write for my poetry courses and I figured I might as well post it.