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