History Built Me

by Into the Aegean   Aug 5, 2005


In these faded halls
I am the past, stalking the
Shimmering dust clouds in
The ethereal moment.
My marble eyes, stains, scars
Heavy as Roman statues.

The crystal moon
Paints carpet with dead sunlight,
Its silver hands groping at
My black attire through
The amber air,
Just like yesterday.

Walls collapse silently here,
Barely noticed.
Candles burn slowly
'til the whole house is ablaze.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lucy Loves Not

    "Candles burn slowly
    'til the whole house is ablaze"

    that is a very powerful message. it reminds me of childhood memories when I realized my own damned sefl-sabatage/asphyxiation. it hit home, fairly hard. i really enjoyed this piece; I'm glad to see you posting poems again. Hope all is well.

    always,
    christa

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