Portraits Of The Dead Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Portraits Of The Dead

Amidst quarantine,
Did I find space curtails,
Old useless life
points of view,

Did I found my freedom,
Taken away corruptible
as dead meat,

Chains as a prisoner,
Of a hideous,
dark castles,

Like histories,
and pernicious barnacles,
Old warts and dead skins,
An old man has to take stocks,

It was centuries,
must have fled,
Bygone relatives of
memories,

The land of youth,
once a distanced time,

I can only grapple,
Acceptance and regrets,

Likeplagues ofaged,
if not a romanticismas a ghost.
long deceased
enshrined photographs,
decorating the halls,
of museums,