Evidence of life

I peer down...

the felon hall...

yet...

there is...

nothing there...

at all...

but dead space...

in a dead world...

where loneliness's...

hang on chains...

that clank...

on ev'ry passing air...

for death...

bereft...

will shout...

as if it were...

though...

only echo...

echo's from...

the silent heart...

for...

failing proof...

of life...

it cries...

somehow...

Save...

save

yet...

there is...

nothing...

more...

for each life...

bound to life...

must share...

and death is that...

that can not...

listen now... 


Written by  Bruce James Clyde 2015

Photo: Abandoned Mall