scattering, scrambling, scraping across the ground,
shadows fall upon the floor,
no traces of humans left to be found.
doors all locked inward,
no sign of escape,
hidden no more,
the people have strayed from this place.
only one inhabitant,
a weepy, wormy, willful boy,
keeping peace,
and digging graves,
for all recent passed,
and those contagious no more.
About Me
- Why love
- if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone. ~ C.S. Lewis That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love. ~ Emily Dickinson
1 comment:
I like it a lot. Great great great imagery (that may not be the word). You communicate the idea perfectly, is what I mean.
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