AbandonedTodd WootenOct 28, 20231 min readRated 0 out of 5 stars.No ratings yetYour abandonment was a whisper.Like the autumn breeze whistling throughthe dilapidated shack that creaks among the trees.I hear the retreating army of your footsteps.I catch glances in the periphery.Invisible signs point to a dead end.I walk the woods, curious about the historyof this overgrown building. Shattered windows. Rusted roof.Concrete slab exposed and cracked.Echoes of ghosts haunt me.Residents of another time.There was purpose once. Laughter. Celebration.Here where my compass cannot find direction.Vision skewed by vegetation.No path to lead me home.
Your abandonment was a whisper.Like the autumn breeze whistling throughthe dilapidated shack that creaks among the trees.I hear the retreating army of your footsteps.I catch glances in the periphery.Invisible signs point to a dead end.I walk the woods, curious about the historyof this overgrown building. Shattered windows. Rusted roof.Concrete slab exposed and cracked.Echoes of ghosts haunt me.Residents of another time.There was purpose once. Laughter. Celebration.Here where my compass cannot find direction.Vision skewed by vegetation.No path to lead me home.
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