A Gargoyle is Me...

A poem of my rocky prison.

A gargoyle is me this midnight hour.
Cemented in this rocky world.

My granite existence becomes even more useless by every passing moment.
And I continually search for my reason here.

Now there is this rage that heats my iron core and it is beginning to surface.
Soon, I am afraid, I will be uncontrollable.

This inner lava is produced by hate, revenge, heartache.
And I am unsure what will diminish it.

So until then, here I sit, a beautiful sculpture waiting for a fire to melt away my stone prison.