Monday, 30 July 2018
Let's We Forget
No one looks for you anymore. Nobody searches. There is just a wall with with your name and the birdsong as dirges. The leaves and the shrubs have grown wild upon you, no one cares, no one is left to lift the vines that string and strangle upon the stairs. Only fifty years passed before you were forgotten, before they deemed your body immovable and rotten. Now you are lost, with nothing to show, but a headstone left crumbling, in the dark, overgrown.