Poem -

What Is Left?

What Is Left?

What is left of what once we once had?
For it is broken down and withered,
This once bountiful fruit,
Has gone rotten and bad,

It is tainted,
It curls up and down the surface,
The edges bite the blistered mass,

The iron curtain,
Hides the glory and shine,
Now it intertwines,
From all that once was,

They crawl up,
In the furthest corners of my mind,
They flicker and burn,
Smokes out nothing,
But memories in return.