The Wilted

I work at a retirement home. I wrote this one day at work.

This building is for the crushed hearts 

and broken souls

The sun shines through the windows 

but it casts shadows

which only the prisoners inside these walls can see

There is death in every corner

tears spilled on so much carpet

Tables are etched with old memories

of flower petals and motionless hands

The workers smile

The elder may sing in the dining room on Sundays

but it is not a happy place

It cannot be brought back from the grave

I cannot sit here any longer than necessary

because I see these humans on their deathbeds already

It kills me inside to see lovers die

No amount of time can get me desensitized

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

That hit deep in the soul of lovers everywhere locking way there feeling for another day and maybe never to express what they really love in a special way this kind of love really hurts to hold it inside the roots cut to deep this touches a lot of Nerves at the core where feeling begin.