Hollow.
I am hollow.
My chest
Is a cathedral
Shaped hole
Full of arches,
Nervures
Rosettes
Stained glass
Brokenness
And cobwebs.
When the lightning
Strikes again,
The ruin
Will remain
Standing-
Hollow
Desecrated
Full of whispering
Memories
And chants
That no One
Will ever hear.
When it's all over,
The angels
Will crumble
To the ground
Wingless
And darkness
Will stare
From the gothic
Windows
Crying over
The loss
Of innocence.
Beautifully pensive and reflective. Thank you for a engaging poem.