Drip drip and a little more
Through the rafters and through the floor
Once so clean, so pristine, a place to take breath
A hollow of a shelter from the storm,
Shadow cast without form
Nothing left but emptiness, a place to hide in death.
Seeping through to fill the sight
Turning white to red, and day to night
The shine dour, the wine sour, love died upon the vine
All that effort spent was wasted
All that potential went untasted
It was inevitable, just a matter of time.
Windows and doors dark squares
Silenced creaking upon the stairs
Cracked paint, missing tile, gone the eye of style
Nothing left will survive
A life spent only half alive
Feet move onward, the past stole the last smile.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
