A Scene Of Destruction Poem by Sarah Jay

The filthy floor of the darkened room
Through the dirty windows shines a dire gloom.
Right in the middle, a chair at the front
Stands a desk, the one that he used to sit at.
The lamps on the ceiling, they are broken
And the cupboard by the door is opened.
There is dust all over the used leather bag
Aside lies a flyer.

She reads the heading, shocked when she perceives:
This very building is supposed to be knocked down this eve.

Looking out the window, already panicking
She sees the huge black wrecking ball
Racing towards the abandoned building
About to destroy it all.