Beauty in Ruins

There is a certain beauty in ruins,

In abandoned ships, rusted to its core

floating gracefully on still water.

In empty ferris wheels

stealthily revolving encore,

determined to defy newton’s laws.

In silent mansions with marbled floors

inhabited by the screaming ghosts

of the past, of moments that didn’t last.

In broken vinyls stuck in a loop,

echoing the same distorted tune

claw marks all around the dead record,

now it begs for mercy.

In sunsets, In cloudy days

In thunders, In storms

In heartbreaks, In betrayals

In soaked pillows, In loneliness

There is a certain beauty in ruins,

at least for an artist.