A Muted Life


Echoes from a life

whisper in the quiet

that is now

Haunted by the laughter

that filled this place

I search for solace

Memories of happier days

spent along this shore

crowd the vacant beach

Transported by time and circumstance

I am here alone, searching

for the hand that once held mine

Rows of benches, hard and abandoned

and as empty as I feel,

witness my descent

Cold, despondent, forsaken

Forgotten in the quiet

that is now

*Response to photo-prompt….not autobiographical.

Photo: https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/107-05-may-31st-2015.jpg


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