Emptiness
Crumbling colonnades, ivy laced,
fronting fractured windows, ghost faced,
where once a family was housed.
Warped in time like a web,
forgotten picture of the dead
who here used to love, laugh, and live.
March 5, 2022
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2022
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