Gemstone

I found it in a cupboard
Below a pile of junk:
A strange and small gemstone.

I mean, it didn't take much –
I simply had to touch
And as I touched it I felt
My hand begin to melt,
As my mind was sent
Into smoky reverie.

Cleverly, I thought,
Though dimly I wondered,
And wondered,
And wandered its way
Into my pocket.
I was powerless to stop it!

I still wait here alone,
Creeping and creeping,
Always creeping – never sleeping!
My torment for keeping
This beautiful stone.


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