Ghosts of memories
haunting me.
Inside this barren land,
with smudged windows and worn doors.
These empty rooms...
once full of youth and life.
Now gone before my eyes,
Just to vanish in the dust.
Goodbye loving thoughts,
that I once held a millennia ago.
No more hugs and love,
or silent happy nights.
Can't you feel the walls falling?
Can't you hear the last laugh...
or the final dripping tears?
Maybe we'll meet again...
I'll shake Death's hand,
and like before,
sing in your walls.
I much enjoyed reading your poem, for you utilized much vivid detail that grasped my attention. Your last stanza is excellent.
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