Abandoned

The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken. Lost, lain memories, like tumble weeds, awaken To the prod of windy wisps, and roll willy nilly, Hazardously rendering any hope of revival as silly. Whispers of the past, wind borne, quickly fade, Always out of hearing, always too soft, under the breath, played. But, echoing clearly, that what once was, could never be again. The once vibrant colors and sounds of the town, fade to a stain refrain. Like tombstones snarled by weeds in cemetery, The buildings cast shadows gnarled by ancestry Abandoned, betrayed, cast aside by the hands of time, The town's beauty unkempt, now shrouded in dust and grime. The bustling life and laughter that once filled the air, Are now hushed solemn, reeking with a sense of deep despair, Ghosts, that are now the only permanent residents, Drive tourists away, with their hostile reticence. Abandonment, is all hope lost, forlorn and tossed away, Into a pile of junk to rot, rust, crumble, flay, decay.