no rhyme scheme whatsoever

i wrote this poem a while ago, but then i realized that this was all a waste of time if nobody was going to read it. so um, enjoy-
Carved in stone

Lose everything inside of you
because every park needs it’s statue
With a face that no one can remember
They just know it will always be there.

It’s easy to tell who will end up alone
It’s the one who looks best made of stone
And forever you look over your shoulder,
And though we age, you never get older.

Pray for the rain to wear you away
Because even a heart of stone can’t take another day-
Of eternity, of tomorrow.
The bird that lives forever, sings of sorrow.

The vines that wrap around your neck
Have withered away, and hit the deck.
A deck of grass, now of dirt
The tired birds, can’t sing a word.

You’re forced to see, the frames that repeat
The kids that grow up, the adults that cheat.
And the kids that they have, live lives of deceit
The secrets you have, are all and complete.

A century unnoticed, ruined and forgotten
The wars that were fought, for men spoiled rotten
The blood that trickled down the street
The boy that died at your feet.

The cities burned, the cries you heard
There was nothing to do,
As the families ran past you.

But the girl who noticed you-

She wasn’t like the others.
She didn’t run, and follow her brothers
She looked in your face, in the eyes of gray.
She looked back in the streets, and saw a dying day.

She held out a locket, and climbed up the wreck-
Of stone and stairs that lead to your throne,
Where you crouched, all alone.
She fastened the chain, around your neck.

Then came the flames, they quickly spread.

Another war won, another war lost
Another victory, despite the cost.
Another century you spend alone,
Watching the garden, of weeds that have grown.

The locket of rust, yet to be opened
Hangs from your neck, yet to be broken.
The thorns again, begin to grow
For miles and miles, hide the plateau

Your features are lost,
like your purpose.
covered in frost,
your fate has surfaced

alone once again,
under the snow that falls
wondering when
you’ll be free from these walls

to open the locket
and see what it hides
so close to your heart
with a picture inside.

But ashes to ashes
and stone to dust.
You grow weaker
With every gust-
Of wind of water,
And rain and snow.
Wearing you down,
With every blow

Finally, after forever has ended,
You lay in ruins, but not offended
Your locket is buried under the rubble
Along with the history, of years of trouble

And so ends this chapter of man,
With only a locket… to tell how the story began.

arn't poems always better when they're really long? lol.

-steve