One Fragile Prayer Poem by Shiraz Bautista

My palace of gold
nothing but a shaky house of cards

My everlasting kingdom
becoming less than an empire of dirt

The weight of this love
starting to break me slowly
how much more can I endure
before I shatter into smithereens

Grand visions of splendor
slipping out of my hands like smoke
dreams of opulence and grandeur
shapeshifting into diabolical nightmares of desperation

Cast aside by the waves of history
like an anchor, free-falling with minimal resistance
taking every else down
on this capsized vessel of disillusion

I take one last gasp of air
make one fragile prayer
for these tides to carry me
to familiar shores, to carry me home