viral hare
dust settled, frozen in time,
dark and forgotten, woven stories and rhyme...
lost in the shelves, scent of old books,
sacred silence at the cost of knowledge took
quivering whispers, with no one around,
turn to Screams, swallowed by absence.
decaying echoes, weeping in ruined walls,
ceiling crumbling, shelves decomposing,
a forsaken keeper, duties forgotten,
all but long gone.
crashing down, a resounding Boom—
no one remembers, no one bats an eye,
leaving it to fade...
leaving it to die.
Looking for some help and tips on writing future poems! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this
candid bough