You usually know when something is wrong… <br />You get that strong feeling deep inside your core. <br />When you listen to an eagle singing a sorry song. <br />You see the vocals running dark like black ink. <br />Just like, you know when you are in a swing of euphoria. <br />Happy, like joyful flowers waving across the isle of love. <br />Written on these stones of white rose petals. <br />The birds looking down on the polishes cement. Sorrowful is the emptiness. <br />One chair in a lone corner is sitting, frowning saddened by the silence. With light, that only nature could provide from a deep hole in a stone bare barrier. <br />The dust swimming all around. <br /> Along with the cracked up walls of grey wool webs. <br />The room echoes with the sound of pidgins wording a sorry song.<br /><br />Noorie Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apology-to-an-abandoned-palace/
