Far from my location,
a dream in ruins,
and my heart's in a capsule
as to stop feeding from all that's fantastical;
the building holds a paradise,
or memories of years gone by
but it's in ruins.
Separate
from bricks of a brand new color
while the glow is too great
but a toxin seeps in me, must I smother
cuz it's all in ruins;
my second home away
but almost as close as my hands.
What would I give to stay?
What stone made this, darker than sand?
An alien palace
taken out of malice,
yet stuck in my subconscious
cuz it's in ruins.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
