AntiquesA Poem by Seth ArmstrongThey fell from their royalty.Antiques
We thought the sea was steady And the tide would dissipate, But now we’re stranded in the water Of the waves that buried me.
My lungs waste the air they have By crying out for more. With my eyes clamped shut, I reach out To find the final shore; Just sprawling out for more To find what I’m looking for.
Refugees of fallen kingdoms, We ran from what we had. We didn’t know that what we made Wasn’t built to last.
Failing to the waters, I cry for something more. I lash out for the answers, But find only failure. I try to make sense of How this came to be, And it all comes back in memories That I will always see.
We stood upon our thrones, High above the rest in kingdoms of our own. We were loved, cherished, nourished; We were the gods of our domain. But by a gentle breeze, Our downfall swept in from the night. Our call to arms was futile; There was no one that would fight. We tried to run and hide, But they pushed us from behind. We fell down from our altars, Down to the ground below. We slammed into the concrete, Spirits shattered, pieces scattered, And they left us there to die.
They shoved us from our thrones, They left us there to die.
They left us there to die.
I wade against the waters That weigh me to the ground, But I don’t have the strength Left to give away; I wasted it while fighting for What I thought would come back.
The water fills my body, My lungs give up the fight. With eyes downcast, I let the fire Die down from my soul. My heart shatters into pieces As scars open themselves again. My limbs freeze up and fail, My nerves fall dead and numb, But I can still feel my stinging pride As it pounds against my skull.
The waters wash away The last mistakes I made. My muscles fall and give out; My body fails to move. I give up all my hope To see the light again. Instead, I give up fighting And waves pull me down to drown.
My last sight is of the kingdom That I once stood above. I look down from my thrown, To subjects of my own, And in my success, I fall complacent Against my inner voice. I let down my guard; Allowed the rise of something new. It may be better, or simply stronger, But I will never know. It pushed me from my throne, Where I fell to darkness then unknown. Spirits shattered, pieces scattered, And we tried to get away, But with no one that would help us, There was no open way.
The people of our kingdom Left us here to die. They helped push us from our thrones For something they liked just then. Never satisfied, they pushed us to the ground; Replaced us with something else they will eventually bring down. We were stranded and abandoned; Strewn out on the cold dirt. No one came to help us; They left us there to die.
They left us there to die.
They left us there to die.
Like antiques, we were just their stepping stones, And they left us there to die.
© 2015 Seth ArmstrongReviews
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