The lost city

The lost memoirs of a faded glory, the smattering remnants 

Of a civilization, once too pompous, too colossal,

Now lay strewn on the massive ocean floor,

Forgotten with the waves of time, swept away too far,

Farther from someone's reach, farther from someone's understanding.

The lost city now resides underneath a mesh of waves,

Underneath a perpetual abyss of turquoise and dark blue,

As though it had never ever breathed the green of the world,

The blue of the skies and the warmth of the sun.

Those once sturdy pillars of massive strength and unparalleled hubris,

Now stand all broken and devastated barely withstanding

The test of times, as a stray turtle meanders around

The shipwreck of those illustrious days.

Who would have guessed what lies in the depths of the enigmatic oceans,

Lost identities, lost cultures, lost homes, lost towns,

All hidden deep within, farther beyond our reach.

The lost city which once basked in the throes of opulence,

Now stays submerged in seclusion.