Abandoned Factory - Poem by Owen Johnston
Once full of life, this old building -
Memories locked away under layers of dust.
Cigarette butts and broken beer bottles
Litter the lonely lot.
Once vital and active
In the world of mortal men,
Now immortal in its skeletal frame -
The ghost in the shell of the
Speaks secrets of
Long misused tools,
Broken cinder blocks,
And locked away rooms -
Modern ruins and electric tombs
Long left behind on this hidden highway -
And evermore in urban legend.
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