When We Live in a Ghost Town

We wait

with bated breath.

We know the fate

but we wish

we didn’t know.

The sick and twisted wind

is blowing,

hard and fast,

with the dust of our dreams

riding in its stream.

We know

the end is near

for this place we called home

has little for us

to thrive.

Once, we prospered,

Content!

We found our place

in this big,

and lonely, world.

Now, the streets

are empty and cracked.

Increasingly, devoid of life.

Only the ghosts

remain.

The end is near

and we wait

for its death.

Our wish and dreams

vanish by the day.

And when it does

it will be nothing more

than the vanquished entity

of this ghost town

we once called home.