Amid the Ruin, Still the Beauty

Amid all the ruin, still the beauty

still the dusty trailway beckons to wanderers

Pervasive sadness cannot sway the transformation

Sit among the damage and inspire

Exercising humility once again

after you swiffen your own demise

your own renaissance waits

around a corner that you’re blinded to

Amid the weeds, still the flower

alone in suffering grandeur

a touch is a million miles away

if it is forever

Tragic hero spurs his own undoing

Blame cannot be sorted

Only mirror tests spot the culprit

Growing stronger throughout dismal times

Amid the ruin, still the beauty

still the memories retain their form

Still the smile replays inside the mind

Still the touch is felt from far away