The Traces

As she walked past the empty corridors,
A silent shriek shivered down her spine.
Standing across the rusted railing-
She absorbed crushed realm of solemness.

A laughter forced her to feel surrounding;
Nothing but a silent corridor staring back at her.
Numb again, she stepped down the stairs,
A sudden droplet of rain rested on her.

Looking towards the sky, soaking her soul.
She queezed her fist; sighed.
The breeze tried to erase the traces,
Little did it know; that a wreckage cannot be undone