I work in a museum

A museum filled will crumbling statues

Statues still alive

Alive but returning to stone

Stone eyes that seem to know

To know who they are

They are lost in the past

The past filled with life

Life seems so slippery now

Now it’s hard to remember

To remember who they were

They were once free

Free to love their families

Families are fading in their minds

Minds that spill out memories

Memories that they live out every day

Every day I try to stop the crumbling

Crumbling that will never end

End the fear within their hearts

Hearts not made of marble

Marbles just a rock

Rock can’t feel their pain

Pain that stiffens until they die

That’s where I work