Ruins
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First published in The Quiet Letter, July 2018
“Mankind’s lessons are written in the ruins of his civilization.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

Days rolled into nights
and seasons turned into years
Air turned heavy with
memories from
the yesteryear
And the warm breeze
doesn’t soothe me
the ground
has been cracked
parched,
sullen for years,
it is not forgiving anymore
put blisters in my sole
and cracks
hard to bear
The big old giant
standing
tall in the courtyard
has shamelessly witnessed the
massacre
with its weak branches and
flailing stems
falling apart
That dark wretched well
hollowed and empty as
the widow’s eyes
and too dried up
to comfort any more souls
of the passerby
Those broken picket fences
once valiantly
marked the boundaries
has fallen from its grace
has lost their identity
Those aged doors
like my shattered
dreams
bears
my name
on its cracked plate
This old town
rolling around in…
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Thanks so much, John for the reblog and supporting my work continuously.I appreciate your support always.
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I always enjoy your work and you are welcome.
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