Journey to the Past

So much for blogging more regularly! I've been pretty busy lately though so that's my excuse. Instead, have a poem:

Journey to the Past

My booted feet refuse to move
As I stare down at what I used to know.
Shells of buildings
People and memories long forgotten.
This is not my home.

The ghosts of my past
Stare with empty eye sockets
As I make my way through deserted streets

I close my eyes
Listen to the silence.
The wind whistles through gutted buildings
Entire walls missing because of an explosion
Or two.

Slowly, slowly…
The smell of neglect fades
Instead the tang of fruit stalls fills my nostrils.
When I open my eyes
The present lifts like a dust sheet
And the past comes to life once more.