Relics and Ruins

The arch of my foot
somehow still manages
to keep me upright,
these pillars of faith
we were all built upon,
and how little we stop
to think that one day
we will all be
relics and ruins,
like long forgotten
coliseums half buried
and crumbling,
where we all fought
to outrun the lions
but still won, then lost
simultaneously; in this
thing called life;
a fatal exercise,
that it takes the length
of a calf muscle
your hand to run down
to appreciate
how the ankle holds
the foot in place.

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3 thoughts on “Relics and Ruins

  1. Faraz Asfia says:

    Your work is always fascinating. But more so, it is true.

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