Serrated pages

Locked behind dark storage shed doors

the smell of old rat urine

in gnawed paper shavings

swarming with silverfish

memory's graveyard of holes,

past emotions now bleached

in faded yellowing photos

cobwebs,

dust, roaches

and droppings

all that's left

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

The old beauty of for and age Wonderful. And sad.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Ken for the read and comment as always it is appreciated

[Marie]

What remains within an old shed which has been unused for quite sometime is very finely penned in this poignant write. Lovely work, Soren. Thank you for sharing...

[Soren]

Thank you, Marie. I appreciate your review and kind words of support.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

the last line was very poignant. all things erode and turn to mold. we fight to keep those things alive, but it never works. going through this attic space is a reminder that things that shimmer will evnetually die. and that's all that's left. memories of happier times.

[Soren]

So right on and even memories die. Thanks Ern for the read and interpretation as well as kind comments