Where Do We Go?

An abandoned space, once a childhood place.
When the walls creak, the paint peel and the nails rust,
where do we go?

When the shutters no-longer shutter
and the glass no longer hold back the rain,
where do we go?

When the floor is rotted
and the roof canopies no more,
where do we go?

When the rooms echo loud
and the halls tunnel darkness,
where do we go?

When the stairs miss a step or two
and the railing has jumped the track,
where do we go?

When the enamel shine has faded
and the drains clogged,
where do we go?

When a careless match falls,
and flames consume it all,
where do we go?

©WRM