Poem: Reconstruction

 
 A hollow outline where you used to be
 Stands guard in the present 
 As a window to the past
 Of what you may have looked like
 When your gray walls still bore chisel marks
 Instead of broken stone and green moss
 Where children played crusader
 Along your walls sheltering
 And farmers and midwives and nobles
 Filled your breast with life
 When the world was younger 
  
 Here in this moment
 Your silence is deafening
  
 The voices that sang your stories
 Long passed and lost
 In their place an etching frozen
 Of what you might have looked like
 Empty without the stories
 Of those that gave you life 

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The trending poem today was inspired by this Reddit post

What a great idea from Damnthatsinteresting

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