Faded carpets and worn-down pews,
Riddled with tourists and camera crews
People, there’s people everywhere,
People beside and surrounding me
People behind and around me
Men and women, boys and girls.
I’m a bit too far from home,
In a place I do not know,
Above us, intricate wooden curls,
Crossed all over with lights and beams.
Some are dead and flickering,
Like the people around me,
Some are dead and flickering,
Walking where they ought not to be
They do not belong —
Where have they gone?
Wandering souls — I can see them
They cannot see themselves
No one else can see
She cannot see him
They cannot see them, those people
Walking where they ought not to be
They do not belong —
What have they done?
Wandering souls — I can see them
Walking where they ought not to be
They do not belong
Walking the ways long forgotten
By living minds and men
About the Creator
ThatOne_Girl
I write anything from microfiction to novelettes, and they can be from songs, dreams, or poems. Fond of lyric poetry, fiction, recording memories, leaving my footprint in the dust of the writing world.
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