Darkest Days

Abandoned

A line of wood emerges between the dust so traveled.
Its ancient ring finger dips in Earth-settled soot.
Careful to no more disturb the left-for-naught
My barren eyes descend upon its un-sought.

A raggedy rocking chair; it sits unraveled,
A solitary whisper brought to mummified lips
Unfortunate curtains pretend not to fray
But untold lies put down roots where they lay.

A man left to bid underneath shards of mirror
Forced to recognize his purgatory
Satirizing his memories in an impasse
For a lifetime of being frozen in an hourglass.

His ungrateful wife lay next to him; covered
In the same sharps as she mixed drinks with
An un-forgotten shoe print pressed against her face
Foreboding the onslaught of man against woman race.

Their position slighted through a well-worn tear
The gloss of once a perfect depiction of matrimony
Was tattered by the dotage a marriage can take
A mistress; such an abysmal way to break.