Brooke Lanza

Brooke Lanza- Sonnet from Home Isolation

Empty hallways, lined with closed doors,

A blanket of dust rests like snow on a lawn,

Spider webs tucked away in desk drawers,

Piles of books, laying untouched until dawn,

Cups and plates put away in their nests,

An abandoned till, shut and tightly locked,

An old list of orders, meals and requests,

Empty shelves that were once fully stocked.

An old wooden bench, beginning to decay,

Once full of children, shoving, swinging, skating,

Old rusty chains, sing as they sway,

Colours fading, the playground waiting.

Once busy places to play and thrive, now

Waiting patiently for our return.