I am the almost
Tucked away opaque china
Once I was a chandelier
My chiseled features gold
Packed in tissue pristine and precious
Hung up and valuable
Muse to all, talked over
They still stare, but my colors have bled
I cause no wonder, stir no emotion
No longer do they congregate in awe
Brushed off, eyes turned blind
Solitary and silent I wait.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
I am the almost
Tucked away opaque china
Once I was a chandelier
My chiseled features gold
Packed in tissue pristine and precious
Hung up and valuable
Muse to all, talked over
They still stare, but my colors have bled
I cause no wonder, stir no emotion
No longer do they congregate in awe
Brushed off, eyes turned blind
Solitary and silent I wait.