Poem – What Was Left Behind

‘Tis very late… Somehow the weekend is already coming to a close, marking the end of another week. And slowly but surely this year is marching to the finish, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it…

Anyways, my feelings are entirely disconnected to the poem I’m going to share with you all today. 😀 The prompt was to write about some abandoned place… and this was the result.

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Light tiptoes down the hall, busy –

spinning shadow spiderwebs from the ceiling,

poking curious fingers beneath a forgotten newspaper.

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No time to notice:

the brassy fly knocking on a molded window,

dust sleeping in the corner.

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Pea green paint slips from tired walls,

soaked with yesterday’s rain that dripped

through a jagged skylight.

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A blue model plane with a broken wing lies quiet,

flight shattered, alone on an empty floor –

small grave, no flowers.

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I’d love to hear your thoughts about this poem in the comments! Do you see beauty in abandoned places? Do they strike emotion in you?