Searching the Ruins

Photo by Pille Kirsi on
Piling up the rubble and sweeping the dust
I tidy the ruins
Of an anxious mind

Fractures in stonework
And shattered glass
Visible to be me but no-one else

There are ghosts here
Haunting memories of bygone days
Whispering words of judgement and doubt

The truth is different, I know
Smoke and mirrors distort and contort
Warp, bend and buckle what is, was and may be

They need these ruins as much as I
For without them
Neither of us would exist

So I dwell here in these echoes
Keeping company with shades
Ever searching for the fact in their fiction

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