There it stands.
Lonely on the hillside, nestled among dotted trees. Former inhabitants long since gone leaving the abandoned rock alone - rotting and eroding away.Piles of uneven stones stacked stoutly into slanted walls. It's ruptured roof and rugged edges dismayed at its forgotten glory.
The stones are packed like nets. There are wide open spaces for eyes and gaping mouths; giving a glimpse into lives that were.
All that remains of the grand entrance is uneven logs and rotting planks. Crumbled paint completes the tumbled ruins as they decay away; humbled into non-existence.
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Abandoned
PoetryA short poem a wrote after seeing many ruins of medieval buildings while searching for dinosaur footprints in Spain💕