Ruin
When sleep won't come
the ghosts appear
they never left
just disappeared
for 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
jaded memories
tarnished stories
errors too loud
to quiet the night
The ghosts walk proud
as we march with them to ruin
© 2020 Sarnia de la Maré
