Webs collect in decaying stalls,
lights flicker sporadically out in the halls.
The ceiling begins to crumble to the ground,
dripping water is the only sound.
The floor is halfway rotted through,
vines creep through windows up to the roof.
Open doors to small, empty rooms,
mirrors in corners, but nothing moves.
Not much is left from those years before,
But it looks like an asylum now even more.
Perspective 3of3 My feet hit the brick walk one after another. But I was in no hurry. This day was something I would want to remember for as long as possible. This park has been my favourite spot for years. I come out here for every season. Its now fall and I can tell by the way the leaves have been painted over, no longer green. The mass of red, orange, and yellow colours were barely gripping the trees branches. A few fell freely towards the ground. This walk has begun to remind me of falling myself. I caught a leaf out of the air. It looked sad and shriveled up as it sat in my hand. I frowned and crumpled it up, making the leaf crackle as if in pain. Thats when I understood that the leaf is just like me. In that moment of recognition, I unfolded my hand and looked at the broken leaf in silent ap
Perspective 2of3 I wasnt walking all that quickly, but I was making sure to keep up my pace as well. I stepped onto the brick path in the park and followed it. Orange, yellow, and red leaves fell around me, taunting me. The red ones had the most vibrant colour. I stopped my feet for a moment feeling confused. Then I heard it. I heard the leaves laugh. Those red leaves were laughing at me; they were laughing at me as they fell off the trees like dripping blood. They knew. I stared at the collection of laughing leaves pooled around feet and then suddenly kicked them angrily, shutting them up instantly. The sudden movement of a squirrel through the leaves nearly gave me a heart attack as I continued on the path. Small things like snapping twigs were also startling me. I couldnt let my head get in the wrong place though.