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A Man Stood And Was Silent

The earth was everywhere

Left right

Above and below

Its rotten color seemed to run through my veins

I walked through deserted streets

Mahogany pavements cracked like wasted skin

And the looming buildings

Have had years to slowly decay

Their skeletons remained

With only their thin pasty walls

To protect them against the wind

And muffle its howling sound

Open doors and windows beckon me in

But instead they push me further away

Their eerie creaks and slow moans

Produced hush echoes

A ghost town it was

With only one lonely man

He seemed to be everywhere

Even down in the earthly sand

He stood in doors and windows

Between trees and corners

The man spoke no sound

Just stood there and was silent

"Where am I? What is this place?"

I demanded an answer

But he just stood there and was silent

Stepped my foot out of town

But even though I heard no sound

I knew he was there

The silent sound of death stood behind me

He pulled me right back in

And I slowly became one of him

One with the earth and its ashes

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Written by
christina-5
American
Published
May 16, 2013
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Inspired by Les Miserables (Jean Valjeans dream)

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