We sat at cluttered tables
talking about the friends we lost,
we explored the decrepit halls
of abandoned buildings,
and it dawned on us that we were the ghosts.
It is so natural to feel useless,
a ball on the floor of an empty room.
We know for certain this world is broken.
Read the message etched into the wall,
“Forget me. I will do you no good.”
A door slams in the distance,
to remind you that you are not welcome.
What happened to everyone?
Cynicism is the consequence
of life deemed unfulfilling.
We walk towards the holes
we bore in the earth,
and times passes swiftly
with no regard for us at all.