Crown of boulders
On your head
You’re dead inside
Your neck
A pillar hollowed dry
Where your feelings tried
To claw their way out
Force open your maw
That has petrified
Streams of tears
Long as interstates
Mark you
Like maps
Tattered in darkest
Gloveboxes
You loss is mine
You’ve lost your shine
And won’t again
All beauty is in ruins
And if you look
With naked eyes
The faint cracks detail
ancient struggle
A will forsaken
An ignored landscape
Suffocation
And ultimately
Resignation
These days
You wouldn’t mind
Some lava flows
A retweet
Or a birthday card
But it’s to hard with
All those boulders
On your crown