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The Shed

a single candle is lit
in the center
of a darkened room

the erratic flicker
from its withered wick
casts eerie shadows
on the wall,
which dance carelessly
in the ambient glow

worn stone,
cracked and laden with moss,
compromises the walls
of this dilapidated shed

a sticky film
of cobwebs and dust
decorate an empty chair,
where the acrid smell of rust
fills the stale air

a miasma
of desuetude
and many years
of abandonment and neglect

O' this wretched place
where I used to reflect


in a dingy corner
a rickety bookshelf
stands in solus
against the wall,
filled with ancient tomesó
I must have read them all

their yellowed pages
tightly
bound

beneath sturdy,
leather covers
stretched thin
beneath their age

some days,
it feels like I never left this place
Written by NewBeginnings
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Author's Note
Just trying something a little different... Kind of unintentionally in the spirit of Halloween. Enjoy!
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