crumbling empires

We built our castles from plastic blocks and pegging board.
We'd hoped they'd last forever.

There's little hope of foreverdays,
crumbled blocks: they lay.

No stones
No patch work
No words

Don't tell me things will be okay.
They won't and then they won't
And then they never will.

Wreckage remains.

There isn't hope
unless you've learned
the empire doesn't matter.