The Pillar

Once, I was strong:
the pillar of stone to uphold my friends,
the gate locking out ire and misfortune,
the water to our party’s oasis.
But then I met a parasite
in the shape of an hourglass,
who flipped me on my head
and taken one of my pillars out from under me.
Now everyone talks to me
as if nothing ever happened,
but it pains me to be their pillar
when they forgot who I was sheltering.