sarcophagi

nineteen years // how i fell apart

I feel like 

An empty sarcophagus

Built for an ancient king 

Now used for a flowerpot

On the grounds of a once grand estate

Once my life had meaning

Then it did not 

Then it did again

And then it did not

The people have stopped visiting

And the grounds have fallen into disrepair 

The slate is broken and cracked 

And the glossy marble that I once was is pockmarked and chipped 

Everything is overgrown

I am held together by ivy and the ghosts of what once was

And what once could be 

It has been years and I tell my friends I have moved on-

The ones I still have, at least

But you remain present

The bulldozers and wrecking balls that tore the estate down 

And left nothing but ruined foundations 

And rose tinted memories 

I am not even the sarcophagus

That is for the museum

To be marvelled over and adored

I am the chimney

Proud

Tall 

Resilent 

But alone, choked by ivy and ash 

Left in the wake of your devastation 

Author's Note

october 2016- also unsure about this one, although i like the metaphor