Ruins
Inside walls of ruin
Where archways are bathed
in colors of Goth
A single chair sits…forgotten
Life torn asunder
Pieces of memory
Scattered through time
Meaningless without need
Long gone is the merriment
and clamor of laughter
Now, only an echo in halls
Where silence once feared light
Memories are etched into walls
The smell of age fills my nostrils
As I search for pieces of my past
I reason with the question ”Why”
Wasted is the beauty
these walls once held
Succumbing to sands of time
and the inevitable hand of decay
Now, only the forlorn
wander these halls
A place to call home
And a chair to rest a tired soul
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