Days End©

stale, soul, dark

The air is stale.
It burns as it gives life to my empty body.
Life will never be the same.
It’s all around me.
Bodies, No souls.
Happy days are gone with no hope of them ever returning.
Cloudy skies I see through dirty windows.
Hopeless bodies walk by, without notice of my presence.
No sounds, Just movements.
Eyes look at me through darkened holes.
In search of the one who can wake their spirit.
I am destined to walk aimlessly through life in search of my purpose.
I walk through this city of fallen dreams and empty faith.
The spirit is gone.
No trace of life.
Just you standing there,
 As I pass you by.

Reviews

[Lacinius]

I enjoyed reading this. It gives off a great image and it made me wonder about the person you passed...good job.