Desolate Temple Poem by william hammond

resting in ruins, hollow, full of loneliness and
selfish despair,
the soul wonders hopeless through emptiness inside
its fallen lair...
every room ripped apart by thieves, now torn and
destroyed by pain,
once a solid foundation, now softened through
sadness in vain...
the memories it holds, now scorn, and through
sorrow they begin to crash,
this temple used to hold strong, but now shattered
from a life's past...
shadows of torture roam freely, never finding that
route of escape,
because the windows are always flooded and freedom
is often raped...
the silence it echoes till it fades but never stops
that eerie cry,
walls begin to weaken as they stand still and time
passes by...
with love out of sight, out of reach, it seems
there is no hand to hold,
through bruised agony, stolen dreams, the spirit
inside grows cold...
hurt becomes its own burden, trapped in this
abandoned place,
just another temple that hears, but stands
without a face.......


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