Pillars in the Sand

Good morning, everyone! I have literally just written today’s poem. In class. Not paying much attention. I am a terrible student. I am a much better writer. Without further ado, please enjoy.

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Sad Little Architect

Does it feel the way it always felt?

The way those certain words were spelt,

it feels…

Something is in all the wrong places.

Only You

are in its graces.

Built upon pillars of smoke and shadow,

this castle stands before fields most fallow.

Searching for the light of Apollo

or something meaningful to follow.

Lacking guidance,

meaning

and feeling

has left me unduly reeling.

Hallowed stones might sink beneath the sands,

ushered on by hallowed hands.

It is hard to recognize these lands.

Not a single thing which you have built still stands.