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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