Ruins
Editor Underground
Javeria Sajid
As the sun begins to peak from behind its dark veil,
Sparrows sing a mourning song.
Air nips at my numb nose,
my breath dancing away.
Oak beams tumble down
Crashing, lifting dust into the air.
Rot sequesters in my mind
Each smudge of dirt, a stain.
Never to be removed
as paint keeps chipping.
Echos of moments long since past
bounce around in empty halls
like cut edges of a rope.
Threads unraveling,
Never meant to reunite.
They would lie in wake of a never ending issue,
Revelling in disputes and rages.
Lost in mindless, irrational arguments,
Holding clocks that never let time pass.
Beetles grew stagnant in wait for what would never come.
They wailed in despair as it all came down
What was once renowned, now forgotten.
Never will I bask in its glory.
First loves and nights by the fireplace,
dancing in the kitchen at midnight.
Spilled glasses and drunk advances,
shattered mirrors raining down.
The ruins bleed their tragic ending
Memories haunting empty walls.
Leaving only the dust sticking to the soles of my boots.