Poetry Prompt Series 23

I’m trying out a poetry prompt series for September, let’s see how it goes. I’ll put up a few scattered pieces.

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#23 — Old soul

the street is tucked away.
hemmed in by dilapidation,
designed to be looked over.
busy feet walk the pavement,
controlled by the clock.
i am out of place,
so is the shop.
perhaps that is why
it catches my eye.
pushing open the door,
longing fills my body,
pouring out of every orifice,
thick vapours.
i feel the lives weigh on me,
tugging at my heart.
an old soul lets out a sigh,
and i shatter.
i am standing amidst
historical figures,
the ones who didn’t make the cut.
forgotten and lost,
those who no longer
have a place in living memory.
but now, i know of them,
and through the dust,
there is a ray of light.