Abandoned Writers Cafe

Empty rooms in empty halls.

Accounts silent - long abandoned

the words bankrupt

vacant fronts of creativity 

washed over; hollow; run down.

Verbs sway on rusted hinges

the strains of old poems

cross pages like tumbleweeds.

Profiles shuttered - desolate

unopened for years, collect dust

while messages to forgotten friends

go unanswered

Pinned to a page 

like wanted posters

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I still visit the profiles of old friends here, some that I know seldom if ever, revisit the site. Others are departed from life itself. I revisit their comments on my posts on other sites as well. I'll find one and say, well, wasn't that nice? This is eloquently poignant. I enjoyed and I relate. F.

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, Fabian. :)

[redd Brick Keshner]

As do I. They are like monoliths on a partways barren land.

[MCS]

It's the way of things, nothing ever stays the same.

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Rojas]

Sad and haunted. Forgotten friends. Heart breaking.

[Relic]

Thank you.