Ghost Town

• Alana Cantlon
• Poetry
• 2016

Leaves are falling from the trees,
And chilly winds fill the sky.
The death of a loved one,
Is known as i say goodbye.

Bark is peeling off the branches,
Depress is lingering in the air.
The smell of regret is flying high,
With the wind rippling through my hair.

Bird feathers are falling off,
Branches snapping falling down.
What has happened to this place?
It’s now a lonely empty town.

Nobody knows what to do,
Nobody cares about this place.
Nobody has been seen around,
For they think it is a big disgrace.

I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know where to go.
I have no place to live,
I guess it’s my turn to go.