Oh, to look upon a figure
Bigger than the human mind
Blind, shielded from the ravages of time
I’m speechless, standing by the marble statue
How could one reach for her hand,
Banned from anything life offers?
Coffers left empty, covered in moss
Tossed, free of life and pain, of hope and rot
Potentials of nations, and dreams
Seams left unsewed.
The road to the heart is long and perilous,
As careless as the gray lines tracing her cold skin
And how I long to brush her lips with mine
A shrine of what was and what will never be.
To flee from the ideals of the man that carved you,
Who was he to bring you into such a place?
A world that only admires you from afar
A star, so distant that she might as well be dead
Instead, your blank eyes seem to question the drive
Humans need in order to survive