The mark

The mark

A Poem by Soren

Scratched the spot paint fell, nail head rusted
Pulled the the spike the nail busted
Drove another, wood gave way
Hole grew bigger, now a surgical display
Beam rotted, chewed by time's teeth
Leaving beneath an empty pulpy sheath
A wall disrobed, naked and bare
Skeleton decayed, bones to tear
Corrupted column revealed a bad tooth
When pulled, down came the roof

© 2025 Soren


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Added on December 12, 2025
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