Ruin by the Tale Teller


When sleep won't come

the ghosts appear

they never left

just disappeared

for too 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 in the night

the ghosts walk proud

and we march with them to ruin

© 2020 Tale Teller / Dominart

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