Leftover: Yesterday’s Dust

Deep within my mind

Lies a hollow

I dare not go

For fear of waking up

Memories all in

Rancid taste…

Along endless corridors

And empty halls

I pass

Into nameless faces

In crowded streets

I walk

But deep into

This abyss mine

I dare not tread…

 

This is my first response to the weekly writing challenge on The Daily Post:

Leftovers

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