Walk of Ruins
I walk the path by ruins,
Litter blows cross broken glass,
A empty box none play in
Amidst the too tall scrub grass.
A playground;
So broken,
Forsaken,
Forgotten.
The path leads by destruction
Red bricks burnt and fallen down,
No one tries reclamation,
This is the bad part of town.
Once a home,
Just a spot,
Some place not,
Now forgot.
I walk this path of ruins,
Feeling the loss all around,
Trying to just imagine,
When filled with a happy sound.
Not ruin
Forsaken,
Now forgot.
Gloom
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