The silence falls all around.
It reaches the ground,
Where nothing is found.

It is a deserted place,
Which has lost its face
And has become a disgrace.

The ground is neither cold nor warm.
Now it has no form,
Which has become the norm.

There is no wind here
Or even a breeze near.
Not a speck of sand can steer.

Darkness in mourning slips down
In its blackest gown
To hide in its depths—forever—what once was a town.

(Feel free to applaud or to point out deficiencies and things that could be improved upon. Criticisms are welcome since that is the only way to improve writing.)

afro

good poem, has good rhythm and symbology. I think it resembles that conformity and societal whims become nothing.

very nice...i love the dark writes