“Kenopsia: the eerie forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet” -John Koenig’s Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Footsteps echo

In eerie absence

Performing pirouettes

Shadows fool the mind

There was life here


Memories fade

Stories are created

About what was

Never quite as dull as reality

In all its ubiquitous routine

The absence of what was

Leaves a contradictory feeling

Of bereavement

And satisfaction

There was a suspension of hostilities

An armistice in life

A chance for an evolution

A new beginning

We recycle our way of life every day

Hopefully becoming something




These halls are empty

But just as wildflowers refuse to stop spreading

Life will come around again


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