Stephanie Eberly
A Tortured Soul
She stands alone,
Abandoned in a sea of doubt.
She crouches,
Facing the waves that mercilessly beat her.
Her foundation crumbles as time tears it away.
She is nothing but a shell of her former self,
Left to face the ghosts of her past.
She stands motionless.
A monument to all that was and all that is.
She is like an abandoned castle,
Left to face Mother Nature alone,
Majestic, yet slowly caving in,
Surrounded, but alone in its shell.
The halls that were once filled with people
Now stretch out in an empty expanse.
The rooms that were once richly adorned
Now contain mold and spider webs as decoration.
The walls snap and crack as wave after wave crashes.
The concrete foundation begins to wear away.
There is no worker to repair damages.
There is no caretaker to remove the weeds.
The castle is alone,
Surrounded by the timeless air of past events.
History imbedded into the structure,
Broken walls, and shattered relics
Are all that remain of the former glory.
Only time will tell how the days will end,
As the ocean fiercely erodes
The cliff where the structure stands.
But one thing is certain,
History cannot be undone.
Like an ancient castle clutching a lonely cliff,
She is an anachronistic monument,
Evidence of past choices, past mistakes,
Of things that cannot be forgotten.
What’s done is done.
