Dead Town
Wayne Russell
Everything here is dead
in small town gloom, the
sparse population, hidden
underneath shadows; cast
by pyre like trees; devoid of
leaf or life.
The houses are miles apart,
some lie decomposing in
the valley; some upon
bedraggled hills.
Rusted pick-up trucks from
years past, fall into undeniable
disrepair; rocking chairs upon
dilapidated porches creak
in a frozen breeze.
There's no denying that winter
has found us, like a ghost in our
heart; it shall haunt us, always.
There's no mistaking that
everything here is dead too
the world at large; and we
are just vapors in the mist
of time; just slowly driving
through.
Wayne Russell has been published in many zines, magazines, anthologies, both online and in print. In his spare time he likes to practice his guitar, sing, creative writing, and photography. Wayne has been nominated for one Pushcart Prize and one Best of the Net Award; his first full length poetry book Where Angels Fear can be purchased on Amazon, he has a second collection of poems due in early 2024 called Splinter of the Moon.
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