Lost In Eternity! Poem by Eric Cockrell

long shadows cast,
the corner now empty.
the bare branch scrapes
against the window
of the house left vacant.

the desk left cluttered,
as if in waiting.
the candle half burned,
naked without fire.
the woodstove cold as ice.

the gravel drive now virgin,
the mailbox rusted shut.
the yard oozes like an open wound,
in the womb of stillness.
nothing moves, nothing at all!

another world?
maybe it never was!
the rope tied in a noose,
the noose around empty.
the hoot of an owl...

lost in eternity!