Silent Walls

All that were here,are all gone
all that lived within are now dead
for these stones hold memories
silent walls from the past
wooden door left ajar
ghosts invitingly tease
while window hang from hinges
broken panes like blind eyes
grass creeps in through gaps
yet the building still stands tall
wind howls through crevices
where once laughter was heard
desolate and forgotten
these cold silent walls.

© Lissie Bull 2015