Behind the walls.
And Used to sieges.
so adverse,
And no one sees it.

It make me nervous,
As a bird,
As an animus.
Underrated, unfeeling.

So look at me however you want
But steel thy gormless stare.
Wear me down dull,
Permit me to leave,
For I no longer care.

Though what will I become?
Emerging endless,
Lost at home.
Spoken by the black of my thumb.
All it seems
Has turned to stone.