Phantasmagorical
out of all the poems of written this one is definitely my favourite. It’s just and acrostic poem using a random word that I like, it’s simple but still my favourite.
Places that were once buzzing with activity. Hollow and empty, abandoned to the elements. A lonely walk through such places Never feels truly lonely. The empty rooms, the grimy windows, the gaps in the ceilings, All conducts a presence faded & old but not gone. Souls of forgotten places, Masked by dirt and mold, the broken glass and rotting wood. A place once loved and cared for, Gone are those who cared and gave it purpose. Only walls are left, unkept unclean. Rain and are the last caretakers. I wonder why you left. Could I have made you stay? All alone, the trees and wind, my only friends. Long are my nights and days, but still I wait.
Phantasmagorical
[fan-taz-muh-gawr-i-kuhl] Adjective 1. Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination 2. Having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially on produced my magic lantern 3. Changing or shifting, as a scene made up of many elements