My Roman Ruins

my roman ruins you are my rome, all roads lead home to you the ruins of my destruction on the rounding patchy earthen grounds strewn with stiff marble columns that have long ago cracked and crumbled and into several broken pieces by the hand of a violent man signs of the holy catholic trinity stand everywhere yet there's no holy space where I find the comfort that I need to rest my weary head bleached bones and skulls with sullen hollow spaces hide in deep tunnels under the ground continue to haunt me in my sleep as the towering roman aqueducts remind me of the mighty powers that fell from grace years ago the via appian way spreads far and wide to many places destroying forces that blocked their armies way on its broken bricked path I trod through my sunny days and my dark lonely nights yet no matter how hard I fight to move my sandaled feet far away from you my warped brain keeps directing it's seizing waves to cherished memories of your youthful tanned roman face