Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Ruins.


Family Decay
Originally uploaded by tangent

From a prompt on Pictures, Poetry & Prose. "Decay"
ehh. Posting it hear cuz it's the only creative thing I have done this week. It's ok... Not great thoughh

You left us.
That's it.
I'm not coming back you say.
Not even a backward glance
at the faces of the children you fathered.
No.
None at all.

You left us here to decay.
Slowly it happened.
Slowly.
Slowly we fell apart.
Came undone.
Rusty in the ways of love
Scared to hold close
To something
For fear it too would leave us.
Leave us here broken.

The decay wasn't right away.
At first, all was fine.
Except for the the long nights
Full of hidden tears.
But soon.
But soon we slipped into
Our own little pathways.
We stood separated
A family no more.

Now.
Now we are decayed.
We are rusted.
Unable to love.
For the love that was ripped away.
Leaving us.
Leaving us here, scarred in ways
You will NEVER know.

We are a ruin.
We are the decay of a fairytale.
A fairytale once.
A long, long time
ago.

3 comments:

Don said...

Greatness is over-rated. I aim for thoroughly adequate! You've at least hit... way above average.

You create a mood, a scene, a depth, and a character.

Yes: way above average.

;-)

Enjoy your summer. (Don't you have a trip planned? Taj Mahal & such?)

strattonm said...

I think this works better with the photo you selected than the photo I took....

Well done!

glnroz said...

very good post..glenn