eerily silent
like in the graveyards at night time
vacant, only shadows reside
echoes of the life and souls once lived
long gone to the unknown
like hurricane havoc
unrepairable distruction
the walls are barely standing
the porch step groaning and threatening to crumble with everything risky step
oh how the empress has fallen
fumes of the explosion long gone only the stench is left
soon to be washed away by the spring drizzles
encouraging regeneration with hope
for the better



© Quinton Sibiya