Look at me.
What do you see?
There were people here.
Now no one is near.
There was the sounds of laughter.
Nothing resonates after.
The sounds of work filled these walls.
Now just echoes fall.
Wait, what happened to the juice?
Am I not of any use?
Darkness is all around.
Out of that darkness are natures sounds.
Stop! This is new.
Should this make me blue?
Should I be scared?
Was I not productive and fair?
Big yeller has been here a couple days.
Maybe I should be fazed.
What does the future hold for me?
I’ll just have to wait and see.
Rumors fly –
from passerby;
A parking lot!
I will just be a lonely gray dot.
No more walls. No more ceiling.
No more laughter. No more feeling.
Just a gray dot.
An empty parking lot.
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