Even at birth
you were no stranger to chaos,
your life skating on thin ice
but still, you chose to survive.
The stones did not weigh you down
but built you up,
the throne you sat in shone brightly,
neither snow nor hail slowed you
when the stones became heavier
and your spine began to crumble
you couldn’t help it, I don’t
blame you man I just wish you were here
It’s hard to remember now, I was
just a kid when I heard you died
I think I cried for days, but the ramp
my father built for you still stays.
Your parents moved away,
some people can’t live with the memories
they become more haunting than ghosts,
I wonder if yours can walk,
or do you float?