Abandoned

Here in our faded ghost town,
The community of the irrelevant

Which defines what we have become
Now that we have deemed obsolete

But how do we tell the apparitions
That their existence is now transparent?

The sunlight which sneaks through the clouds
Nothing but a mocking aberration

Shining brief light on glory gone
To the inhabitants left behind

Waiting for the wrecking ball 
To bring much needed closure