The Lost City

The city is quiet and alone.
The village flies a flag of truce.
The capital is broken and lost.

Tangled bushes grow along concrete paths.
A hungry dog barks alone in the park.
Vacant streets succumb to the encroaching forest.

The overarching sky is gray and void.
Tattered leaves are tumbled by icy gusts.
Storms assault the remnants of the empty homes.

No one knows when it started.
Memory of each day fades with sunset.
The reason for it all is long gone.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: York: Ancient Ruins in black and white. By Jack Cousin [Image license]

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A Breakthrough

I made a breakthrough today.

My steps are light again.
I find that I can laugh now.

Where was my spirit before?
I only remember weeks of darkness.
My cage is broken and I’m free now.

I remember falling asleep yesterday.
My dreams were mysterious.
I awoke as if a miracle had come.
I had a smile on my heart.

Soon I’ll be talking with you.
Words are my companion again.
I am not alone as I felt before.

I have a home today.
The alienation has faded away.

Light has conquered my shadows.

William Wayne Smith


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Rainfall

I watched the rain fall today.
The clouds parted briefly, showing the sun.
Today, the rain matched my heart.
I was sad, but I could not weep.

That night, the moon rose alone.
I saw the brightest stars.
I knew the darkness in me was gone.

This morning I have found new hope.
I saw a beautifully green lawn.
As if new, the streets were clean.
Today I am smiling again.

William Wayne Smith

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The Forest Trail

I hiked along a forest trail.
A cold stream was racing by.
Majestic firs shaded the way.
I was one with nature that day.

          As I climbed, I spotted a stag.
          Off the trail it was alone and proud.
          A snapping branch broke the silence.
          Alerted to danger, the deer was gone.

I felt ashamed for its sudden departure.
The friend of nature was lost in arrogant pride.
One careless footfall was all it took.

William Wayne Smith

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