Memories hang like dust
while nails protrude from broken floorboards
to warn those not to tread here
Dishes sit in the foul water
just out of reach of the flowers
that withered in the vase
The silence is painful
As is the stench
of a meal left untouched
except by the rats and maggots
who survived
I feel my breath
but cannot see it
despite the chill in the air
I am Humanity’s echo
Time has forgotten us
And as I watch broken sunbeams
fill the room with light
I fade away
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