Up and Coming Poets

View of a Haunted Past

Heavy thuds of boots echo in the abandoned room

Imprints stamping onto the vintage carpet with puffs of white dust like flakes of snow

A shadow of a stern man with a button coat and cocked hat slides against the sandy wall

His thoughts fixed on ancient issues

He paces with residual frenzy as slow time passes

His eyes seeing a clean and active environment

Forever confused, trapped in his cell of time

Peering down below at the window

Watching strangers in strange attire from another era

Before fading out of view

He takes a sip at nothing

His last words "What a marvelous day we are having."