Vacated

resurrected from the ash heap

No one is home,. . .in so many ways

Seems we've all lost track, of what's right these days.

Ego and greed, have become entwined,

Knowledge and intelligence have been undermined.

The house has been vacant, since just last week.

The silence of it haunts you, to your soul it speaks.

His body and mind, were in it together,

The box with his ashes, was light as a feather.

The sun was so bright, today by the church

You saw shadows of white pigeons, Up on their perch.

He vacated the premises, silent and quick.

He couldn't stand the silence, couldn't stand being sick.

Off in his car, with only his keys.

Should've known something was wrong, you believe.

All around us, is loneliness and fear

most of us, run from It, when its near.

We don't want to be bothered, only to be heard.

He hung from a tree, when a friend He deserved.