#408 Signs Of Life Poem by Jimmie Arrington

They were here sometime before,
But all is vacant now.
The walls are cracked and the front door
Has been torn off somehow.

The fountain centered in the room
Is dry and torn apart.
The elevator sits like a tomb
And never will restart.

The tiles laid out on the floor
Are discolored and scattered.
Windows are boarded at each store
And closing signs are tattered.

The glass ceiling has shattered down,
Glass shards glitter on the ground.
The darkness feels like a ghost town.
There's emptiness around.

The parking lot is wild, untamed,
With weeds and ample trash.
I'm most alarmed and ashamed
To learn all turns to ash.

In days gone by music would play
Down each and every hall.
They would come from miles away
To shop inside this mall.

Seems they've vanished into thin air,
Lost without a single sound.
There are signs of life everywhere
But there's not a soul around.