Posted on October 3, 2018
The ticking clock measures the few remaining moments
Empty hallways with partial lighting
Once made for thousands
Large spaces stand still
Protectors patrol the outer rim
Servers hum gleefully…oblivious
A shell…a structure…a home
Category: Poetry Tags: change, loss, poem
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