The soft sound of raindrops splashing on the window panes, echo through these empty hallways that once housed countless thoughts and wonders of one who was once happy.
Now nothing but a few rats and spiders reside there.
A home, that is no longer a home but instead an abandoned warehouse of what was and or could have been.
Rubble being held up by support beams and of dreams engraved in what's left of the wall paper.
Feelings that can be understood but not forgiven.
Actions, with no redo button.
Decisions that haunt it like the spirits in the attic.
Memories of an abandoned home,
In this shattered mind of mine.
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Author:
Rxmxdy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2023 21:49
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
a step removed from joining those sands of time
really like your imagery, noir mystique
thanks for sharing
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