A skull.
Fleshless, cracked
And empty.
Its vacant eyes
Starring
Into the future...
A future that never came.
It, just there
Unable to think
About what could have been
Or to reminisce and remember
A skull,
Just sitting there.
Once filled with a brain
Full of ideas and memories,
Now empty.
Left to sit there on the table
As if it were a paperweight,
Or a centerpiece.
Leah Michele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skull-4/
