An Ending
I have been here so many times before, i’m becoming a interior piece in this temple of worship. A small part on the wall, a pebble on the granite floor.
A painting or a mural connecting peoples beliefs in things never seen. Only experience can show you the things i’ve seen. The knowledge i’ve gathered.
Things start to fall apart and my crown is soon rubble and dust. Decorating this place with dreams and pieces from experiences, before it reaches decay.
Stay for a while, take it all in, soon their will be nothing left, but silent shouts and bare walls. All dreams and desires lost among the stones and black empty spaces.
Screams in the distance, a cracked smile and a crocked teeth is all that is left.
Empty hearts and torn forgotten souls remain in this desolated place.
A place i once called home.
Tags: Poetry
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