Lost in Limbo

The silent din deafens the ears An eeriness of dark leanings Creaking doors open to howling wolves A cool gust of wind brushes by me As though someone’s there Coming to life the furniture of antiquity As though they stood still biding their time Surpassing eons in listless abandon The unearthly ambience stares at me Questioning my presence here Silhouette figurines emanating out of nowhere Seemingly like people lost in limbo Walking along as though nothing has happened Wry smiles secretly welcome me As I’m the new resident here