Anthology

You’re shaking, trembling, quaking
Trying desperately to retain an image of a pillar
Tall, strong, proud
But underneath the surface, your foundation is broken
The walls you built are crumbling.
Your façade is a quickly becoming transparent.
Your weakness is beginning to show through your pride. Your grandeur is losing its pearly glow and becoming what is

always was:
An illusion.

Pulling one thread set about the unraveling of the whole tapestry.

I fear collapse is looming in the distance
Thus completing your total self-destruction
You hide it; you fight it,
Yet from the outside looking in, it can’t be denied.

Upon seeing the shattered remnants of glory I find that I am not angry, I am not happy.
I don’t rejoice in the wake of your demise Nor do I encourage it

I realize with startling clarity that you simply got lost somewhere along the way

As we all do from time to time.
For once, I feel the touch of sadness in seeing you this way Lost, broken, and a long way gone from what you once were.