Foundations touch the green ground
Consisting of stricken material
Your self depleted from yourself
Seen as little beyond another shelf
It lays sturdy as precious steel
Layers higher lie all along
The bottom supports a sparkling top
Layer by layer, the unconscious flop
Further up the pyramid plop the middle
They too stress those abused below
Little do they know of the royalty above
Ready to bag their dreams with diamond gloves
And as we come to the crescent
The layers below are obscured
Clouded in a forced mystery
Barely a page in invisible history |
Submission Name: The Pyramid
