Sanctioned Ruins Foretell Their Story Poem by Tia Metcher

Dried rubies lay,
Waste,
Etched within sanctioned ruins,
Crystal tears drops,
Dispersed,
Seen only through,
Blinded eyes,
Through the air,
Despair lingers,
Roaming empty rooms,
Engulfing life’s essence,
Wilted rose,
Sobs,
Musty perfume,
Infuses,
Within the winter dew,
The fresh air,
Tainted,
Nothing remains seen,
Smashed fragments of porcelain,
Smothered between sheets,
Yesterday Echoes yearns,
Within, today’s hope,
Jig saw puzzles,
Played, Resolved.