Tales from an abandoned Church

Tall against the horizon
of dark grey lighted by a yellow sunset
the spire of the abandon church
now stand to a testimony to nothing

congregations have long gone
their faith as dusts
between cracks of the floor boards
hidden by curled old lino

the stale sweat of hobos
ruled over scents of incense
wax half eaten by rats
adorned an empty altar

yet once the floor was swept
by virginal white gowns
strewn with coloured confetti
adorned with pink roses

once joy of new parents
brushed the air with laughter
as they christened their offspring
wailing into the faith

once songs of praise rang
with adoration to the creator
through the rafters
once music of love played

the sunsets shone through tinted windows
painting hints of heaven
once it was a sanctuary
to all that's holy

it now brood like a forgotten widow
smelling of dusts and decay
the altar where vows were spoken
as vows were broken, as was the altar

so much tales to tell
if only the walls could speak.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*