Ruins

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 the dust

has lost its identity,

those broken souls

sleeping around me

are buried within

the folds of time.

Photo by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash