Ghost Town

Rigid boundaries
Set in stone
Words of straw
Blown down like doors

Tumbleweeds of trust and truth
Sparcely populate the ghost town
Once lively with laughter and smile

Now through not walks a single shoe
lonesome strolls of a poke on his horse
tip toe around
fabricated buildings
existing in one dimension
the illusion of civility
borrows time from life
as that which creeps in the night remains
the remnants and shadows lurk for validation
a contrast no longer, as darkness consumes
a love of light, now lay solemnly in its tomb

buried with its treasures
a trove of memories
its weight in gold manifested
its destiny
once extracted now returns
diamond blood decorates its casket corpse
left to slowly decompose
unless resurrected by hands yet to be born.