Turned to Stone

What if all the poems

Do  nothing at all

If I’ve wasted all my time

Sacrificed my sleep

On the altar of art

And it just turns to stone.

Letting my heart unwind

One stanza at a time

Pointlessly.

Without irrigating something good

Or making clear

Something misunderstood.

Oh I pray that I

Can affect real change.

Take my ramblings

To untie lies in others

And inspire courage,  kindness

And all things good and just.

– Vagabond Prophet