The Silence Of A Gym Poem by yolandey breedt

In the silence of a gym
the walls cry softly
as they miss the touch of worriors
the mats moan
as they miss
the love making
of bodies rolling on them
the windows long
for a breath of fresh air
the bags feel cold
as theres no one to
hit and kick them
with heat
In the silence of the gym
each section with sadness
says why have they left us
have they forgotten the worriors
we made
now the walls, mats&bags
are filled only with the
memories
of the great life they brought all