Condemned to walk these ashen halls ... A Bite Size Poetry Entry |
| Ashen Halls Unlike a photo in the sun my mem’ry of you doesn’t fade. What’s happened cannot be undone. Indifference is a charade. Condemned to walk these ashen halls, to relive all the might-have-beens, I’m trapped within my mem’ry’s walls and tortured for a lover’s sins. An entry for "Bite Size Poetry Contest" Prompt: Haunted memories Line Count: 8 |