Death of Antiquity

lots of sky

Grandpa died like an antique

taking 25 years to leave.

I remember him only broken.


I don’t know why

I bother collecting the pieces.

if I had them all

I wouldn’t know how they fit.


I assemble a misshapen puzzle

the ever-expanding picture priceless to me

and refuse to appraise it

for fear it’s as worthless as fear can be.


About subparcostar

This is a collection of pieces I've done throughout the years, and continue to do throughout the hours. The format of pieces varies fairly considerably, as I am a bit eclectic in my taste. All in all, it's just a bunch of fiction.
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