A myth untold
A torn page flew
A book, unfold
In the wind it blew
My thoughts, my write
I cannot seem to find
A gist of fright
No pages to bind
Why, my mind
You cannot think
Help me rewind
These eyes I blink
Instead you wonder
In the ruins here
A lot to ponder
If he was near
A writer, proud
I wanted to be
He did not encourage
Nor hoped to see
In these ruins found are pages
Ripped, torn lying naked
Its been long, its been ages
Piece by piece stuck forsaken
It was my fate
To have left you
Even if it's late
I'll still wait for you
From these ruins I oversee
The city where we used to be
Now I have all to give
In torn pages, here I live
©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations!!