Emptiness

Abandoned pastures,
Houses, yard spaces
Where long grass has sprouted -
Trees with dried branches,
Owners of space:
The dead, the displaced,
Others
Who decided to close their doors
Forever.
Like snails
Who’ve grown new homes onto their bodies.
Glass of broken windows.
Books stacked on shelves,
Without readers.
Damp-ridden dust,
Dwelling of rodents.
Houses,
Abandoned Houses.

Reviews

[Green]

There’s always so much of a story still left in those abandoned places but you never fully get to know it. I get that same sense from your write, that sense of lack and emptiness where something should be. It’s descriptive enough to set the scene but to still give you that feeling. Very nice.

[Black Branches]

Thank you for your review. 💟

[emmajoygreen]

Such an emptiness left over time and sadness come falling. Dead places with only lonely and sobbing memories left, fading because nobody's there to recount the past. More in the graveyard than within the walls. Happens in so many places as people move for work, company, health and desperation.

Very finely written: you have a style of your own. Thank you very much for sharing, Mari.

[Black Branches]

Thank you very much, you understood what I was trying to say very well.

[emmajoygreen]

Although, sad, you're welcome, especially as it's becoming raw fact in so many places.