I treaded the halls.
The same path you took as a child,
The walls we call our home.
The crumbling marble pillars stood tall.
The memoirs of the empire carved within.
It took me some time to finally realize
The amount of years I had to sacrifice.
Mountains after mountains,
Sea after sea.
Not one have I ever won for free.
In your table, I saw the words.
Letters that were yet to be sent with the lines all blurred.
One of love and admiration that have yet to be heard.
I loved you both more than I have loved the world.
I could see your silhouette in the garden,
Your mother watching you oh so enlightened.
A boy like you grew strong and free,
What your mother dreamed and lived to see.
I saw the throne. Our thrones.
Gold, silver, rubies, gems of all sort.
It glimmered and shone like blood and sweat weren't shed for this alone.
I felt the fabric, the velvet cushion warmed my body.
The empty seats beside mine,
It was quiet. Lonely.
Just like time.
I looked around,
Not a single creature was heard.
No other noise than the wind of the north.
I sat in silence.
Deep inside, I've always wished to cross the line.
Yet, there was one thing hindering my desire.
It was my mortality thrown in the fire.
-A Lament To The Past, Devon H.
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Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).
