Empty Parking Lot

Before the empty parking lot, I can hear the voices of friends, Their heckling laughter, I forget not, The fun times that injustice ends. Looking at the old, ugly building That won't just crumble down in a curse I am alone, in this space, hating, Seeing life in my old, empty purse. I sighed at the bleak emptiness Of life that must move on to find labor, It glared at me, my heart's loneliness Throbs in pieces of pain—a terror, That can only find sweetness in a verse, I think, I dream, I curse! Dec 4, 2023