Derelict

decrepit buildings and empty halls
broken bottles of glass lined up along the wall
quite indifferent to it all

layers of dust and shards of broken glass
evaporated whiskey and sparsely spread but dead blades of grass
broken chair legs and a place where few seldom pass

tumbleweeds and crookedly hanging signs, in the distance a coyote whines
and behind the clouds the moon softly shines
down the highway's dotted yellow lines

but the only thing speeding through here is the wind whistling in my ears
and the cold night's chill just heightening our fears that over the years
our goals won't be coming near

just a ghost town, an abandoned wasteland now, all its candles blown out
memories within and boarded doors without, there is still evidence of those who took this route
but the signs all say stay out

Nemo
02/07/2013