29/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
The closed sign hangs on the door
The market has shut up for good
It’s wares no longer wanted
And custom long since gone
The heart itself lies empty
The windows boarded up
No future here can be seen
A vacant, empty lot
This one made me think & wonder what became of past shop owners & stalk holders I knew. It made me think of ghost towns too. Amazed at the visuals I got when I read this short poem!
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