legacy

I hark back to the past,

When I used to feel something,

When I used to be someone,

Now something has snapped,

I don’t feel alive anymore,

My glories seem so far gone,

When did the mine blow off?

There was no explosion,

But a silent beckoning to back down,

An inward crumbling of artistic sense,

An implosion due to it’s own weight,

And still I get the glimpses,

Perhaps hallucinations of an old amnesiac,

Or perhaps an oracle for real flowering,

A harkening back of a lukewarm past,

Only a preparation for something cosmic..