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
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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