Hollow

My mind is a desolate abode, walls weakened, beams faltering, begot from the echoes of your silence. Loneliness moved in the other night, spreading its hollow wings, fomenting its cascading effect. Now I see you even in the wind— guess we got along really well?! Despair beckons at the door, lurking like a prey has its answered prayers. I write this as a ripple of my murmuring mind, because this journey is not yours to take. Ergo,in the tapestry of conception, let your imagination weave.