Rigid boundaries Set in stone Words of straw Blown down like doors Tumbleweeds of trust and truth Sparcely populate the ghost town Once lively with laughter and smile Now through not walks a single shoe lonesome strolls of a poke on his horse tip toe around fabricated buildings existing in one dimension the illusion of civility borrows time from life as that which creeps in the night remains the remnants and shadows lurk for validation a contrast no longer, as darkness consumes a love of light, now lay solemnly in its tomb buried with its treasures a trove of memories its weight in gold manifested its destiny once extracted now returns diamond blood decorates its casket corpse left to slowly decompose unless resurrected by hands yet to be born.