Nenia Haven

Rookie (January 20 / Columbus, Ohio)

Fallen Empire - Poem by Nenia Haven

i sit on my throne
all alone
in my abandoned kingdom
i call my home

i knelt at an altar
for a holographic god
a vision without substance
perfection that is flawed

and on this bed of stone
i rest my broken bones
on this bed of nails
i resurrect the things i failed
and on this bed of glass
i break into something new

i can flee this wretched kingdom too
i can escape you

[so much power we obtain to remain completely powerless]

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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