Ancestral

This place that I called home

Now a cauldron of bones

This place where my roots are

Now a burrow of haunted memoirs.

This place where my ancestors lived

Now a history forgotten

These ruins, these remnants

Have been a part of me all along.

And someday the seeds of today

Will visit these remaining bricks

To find peace, to seek wisdom

To know their roots

Just like me.

I will be then a photograph on the wall

Next to my forefathers

covered in dust

Waiting to be wiped and to be known