No-one looks through me now, it’s very sad.
Yet I have seen so much from those who gazed
across this busy street though I am glad
to have been both enlightened and amazed
at all humanity’s undertakings.
No-one looks through me now. Dust and grime
have made a cataract of my being,
so that life’s universal keeper, time,
brings closure to the chapters of my seeing
all of humanity’s undertakings.
No-one looks through me now. I have heard
voices in the walls, whispers round this room.
Demolition, development; these words
seal my lonely fate. This shall be my tomb,
a cold sepulchre to my unmaking.
Wed 14th Jul 2021 16:41
Really good, and a very original topic. Great writing. ' have made a cataract of my being'.
Wed 14th Jul 2021 16:31
I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
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