during the old times—
hallways, filled with blithe laughter
voices lit the room
now—silence remains
my heart trembles with despair
the days pass slowly
footsteps in the night
through dank, lonesome passageways
echo in my mind
each step—emptiness
fading into the distance
every time I pause
stopping still, I gaze
peering out the aged window
I sharply retreat
moonbeams pierce my soul—
a reminder of what was
igniting the past
airing memories—
harshly illuminating
the forgotten ones