After today,
comes tomorrow
and the next;
like a stone
that rolls about
violently downhill,
against freewill,
not knowing
it’s final destination.
It rolls randomly free,
until it reaches
rock bottom.
For there in the still silence,
it finds it’s home
within peace and solidarity.
Benjamin Thomas
poetryshack 
Dear Benjamin,
I love your visions!
“it finds it’s home” No apostrophe for “its”
Thank you, thank you, and thank you again. You can tell my grammar is suffering. Feel free to give feedback!
– Benjamin
I did not want to do it so much on the Poetic Asides page, so thought I’d send it more privately. I enjoyed your postings today.
Thanks it’s been a fun prompt. I’ll try to find you on poetic asides if you have anything posted. 🙂
Thanks! I have not been doing it this year, but have been saving all the prompts for later.