Friday 19 July 2019

Relics


I'm walking through the wreckage
Of my former self
Finding relics
Amongst the rubble
Of me before I fell
Statues that tell stories 
Of who I was
Underneath
What once was buried treasure, 
Is now brought back to me.



C. LJ 2019

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