Savor The Moment

A Poem by mathiasthom

The open, gold doors,
where ghosts frantically travel,
these dust settled floors,
incomplete sentences unravel...
The slots within the walls
contain lost memories and bones
Food for the mushrooms,
and hidden creatures that roam
these catacombs of stagnant memories
here, all the colors have run,
long since shuddered and died
No warmth in a faded smile,
Bewitched or beguiled
Tear ducts have shriveled black
into the crevices of those in denial...

These purposeful creatures so small
scurry away unseen,
People lost in shadowed doorways
in between realities,
one step too far,
past the security of a fenced in yard,
The sirens scream and wail
Heavy burdens crumble, like shale
The rain sheets down to the parched pavement
Please, just pause-
and savor the moment...