Treading water

Time weathered skin;

lines drawn. Water carving

rivers through lost lands. 

Weary eyes held open,

hoping it could still exist. 

Futures falter through

knowledge of what's past.

Passed by now, as

dust settles on worn frames 

of pictures painted. 

Hands thick with bruises;

breaking noiselessly 

through bricks which

built this home. 

Tread, tread, tread,

as it slips.

Each breath above

the

water 

taking toll. 

What once was here?