Echoes of a life ignored, reflected in the floors and walls Infused in cloying stench the escaping soul Who are we to judge?
I did not know you Ghanja George
I met you in the floors and doors
Foul presence lingers, clinging, senescent
Shadows of a life decaying
How did you live and fill the time?
High up high, life passing by, so stale
Ochre infused pores soaked
A life so bored
Atrophy, reflected cracked and bare
No pause for thought
Or thought for pause.
Who thought of you?
Unopened bills, parchment yellowing
Purpose hanging cobweb thick