Ruin, Poetry by the Tale Teller Club for the Immersion Project



Ruin

When sleep won't come
the ghosts appear,
they never left
just disappeared
for too short a time.
I remember the old days
when you were mine.
What fun we had,
crazy mad, 
and glad
to be alive.
The goodness died.
The fabulous faded
into jaded memories,
tarnished stories,
errors too loud to quiet 
in the night.
The ghosts walk 
so tall,
so proud,
and we march with them to ruin

© 2020 Tale Teller Club

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