Pile Of Books
Poem
pile of books,
old cigarettes
dust
and a letter on the table
wind coming in
through the cracks
smell
and a worn sofa
rat remains
on the dump floor
grass
growing in the corners
an empty room
once full of life
deserted
and left to starve
a broken hope
still remains in the air
forgotten
but once imagined
a coffin
under the ground
silent
and resting forever
more by Ursula Babic
photograph by Anastasia Polischuk