Trinkets decorate walls
Ambitions showcased
Foundation rotting
Calm within belies
Lurking catastrophe
Unseen storm brewing
Inside hollow frames
Facades beautiful
A gust of wind
Will tear apart
As ghosts of
What could have been
Reminisce sadly
To dust returned
Those who cared
Remaining silent
When it mattered
Vainglorious strutted
Nero reborn
While Rome burnt

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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