Limestone's Lament.

by Forgetful

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 1020

Stare into the eye of Limestone Pie! Just sit down at the break of dawn, watch me work upon my lawn. I will speak an awful truth, these are my thoughts of a broken youth.

Have you ever woke at the break of dawn?

To have a feeling, that all you do is wrong?

To break all that is before you?

To feel none adore you?

I must ruin all that I see.

So come listen and spend a week as me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-09 17:02:01 UTC

Tears And Stone.

I walk inside for it is a bite I seek.

First up.

Yet last to eat.

I take my seat at the table.

The mood seems to be quite not stable.

Mother is asking dad.

Who I might add.

Is boiling mad.

Marble has asked for the week off.

Her silent frame gazing into the stone soup before her.

Her body is calm.

But eyes filled with qualm.

She wishes to visit our sister in pink.

Father says no!

We have a business to keep.

Miles to go before we can sleep.

She will swing a pickaxe through the week.

Even if she must do so, while she weeps.

There is no time to party and play!

We are grown mares.

It is our duty to work all day!

I can see a tear roll off into the soup.

Marble broken.

Another shattered youth.

Work and no play?

Young lady what did you say?

I say.

Work and no play!

Finish ye soup!

Ye have work today!

Marble is just a weak link!

Hay if I must be honest.

She just plain stinks!

I pull twice as much rocks in a day.

Then she in a week!

I can never hear her.

She is far too meek!

I waste time as I must push her around.

Her pickaxe you see.

Has barely shattered the ground!

I say let that weakling go!

I can hold down the farm.

This I can see, you know.

Meek is weak.

Silent and slow.

I’ll get more work done.

If you just let her go.

Go Marble and visit the pink.

But ye better be back!

By next week!

Father gets up to walk outside.

Mother cleans of the table in stride.

Marble is sobbing at the table today.

If I wished her to soar.

I must be this way.

I want to plea.

Forgiveness for those words I speak.

Marble runs off.

So here I’m alone.

Enjoying a breakfast.

Of tears and stone.

The Break Of Dawn.

The morning has been great so far.

I woke up at the break of dawn and got to do what I do best.

Crush things!

Be it dreams or rocks.

I must smash them into fine smooth dust.

I broke the boulders!

I ravaged the rocks!

I massacred the marble!

Nothing could stand before my mighty hooves!

I would smash and bash!

Crash and slash!

Crumble and tumble!

Rumble and stumble!

Large in charge?

Ha!

More like crushed into mush!

Smooth with a groove?

Try charged into shards!

I will lift a hoof and smash it down!

The cracks!

The cracks!

The cracks I leave upon the ground!

Hahahaha!

Swiftly strike the large granite wall.

Watch the holes build.

Soon it shall fall!

My back is strained.

My body filled with pain.

My heart filled with disdain.

I will stomp upon these stones of earth!

It is my duty…

Given to I at birth.

She was born to bring the parents peace of mind.

Though she never speaks.

Her actions keep them calm.

Must be divine.

She was born to bring the parents pride.

She might be a bore.

But her knowledge and intelligence they do adore.

She was born to bring the parents joy.

She is wild and spirit can soar.

But her laughter, it lights the world.

I was born to a mom.

Whose gaze upon me is that of sorrow.

I was born to a dad.

Whose gaze upon me is filled with strife.

Father told me to destroy.

To break down the land.

To know no joy.

It is my burden.

It is my rite.

I crush the rocks here.

Hidden away from the bright light.

I look to the sky as the sun starts to rise.

Then to the destruction at my side.

Catching my breath.

I can’t muster a scream.

What I destroyed is not rocks.

But my hopes and dreams.

Catching my breath...

Marble Can You Hear Me.

Marble.

Can you hear me beyond that closed door?

Those words I spoke…

I know they were poor.

I let my back slide against her door.

My soul hurt from deep in the core.

Marble.

I’m sorry for my ways.

I just feel the weight of the passing days.

I looked to you and I could see.

A broken youth.

Much like me.

I wanted to allow you to leave and fly.

The only way I was able.

Was to make you cry.

Marble.

Pinkie loves you at her side.

Be happy when you see her.

Know it is you.

Who gives her pride.

You deserve to know what play is.

The joy of being free.

Is my gift to thee.

Marble.

Ponies think you are meek.

But your eyes speak volumes.

It is freedom you seek.

You wish to see the world.

To find your place.

To show a certain stallion perhaps?

Your intelligence and grace.

To let him see.

What it is I see.

Beauty.

Strength.

Sweet.

Marble.

What I see is my little sister.

A tiny little pony.

Whose hooves I wish not to blister.

As I said.

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a pony filled with hopes and dreams.

I want you to promise.

This one thing to thee.

Fight!

Live!

Love!

As I said…

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a shadow.

Of what used to be me...

Marble.

Your silence says it all.

From your grace I did fall.

I just pray.

That when it comes to that dark day.

You can come to me.

Not in sorrow but in glee.

To know I will always protect you from harm.

To love and guide you.

To let the world see your charm.

Well dear sister.

Do enjoy your trip.

I just hope these words.

Have repaired the heart I have ripped.

I can hear father call.

As I walk down the hall.

My heart acheing.

My body ready to stall.

I forgive you.

The whisper from behind me calls.

I turn to see the door closed.

Perhaps it was just nothing at all...