Unto the Void

May 3, 2014

A tangible silence
Has strangled the
Remnants of town,
Calico walls and
Broken windows on
Every street corner.
At the peripheral
Edges, an ethereal
Fog permeates,
Obscuring any
Chance of seeing
What lies beyond.

A dreamlike waste
Land, in a frozen past.

To call it a ghost town
Would imply that it is
Still inhabited. No,
It is quiet and
Utterly empty.
Like a pistol with
No more ammunition,
Its purpose is either
Lost or forgotten.

Here, on occasion, is
Where you lie. And
Here you shall stay.



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