In the midst of this silent song,
Is a lost note-a lost church...
Worst than being abandoned,
It's foundation has been crawled by isolation...
The melodious rhymes it made,
Has been replaced by a never ending moaning of the ocean...
The sands crapes into it veins,
It was a place filled with saved souls..
A place of inspiration,
Tunes into a place of isolation..
Left and abandoned by all,
The place of worship has turned into "abbadon".
BY PRINCE EKPEMANDU
contest- THE CHURCH NY THE OCEAN
2nd October 2011