I have always been drawn
to abandon places
They remind me a lot 
of myself 
A ghostly silhouette
of what once held life. 
Long forgotten,
isolated and lonely. 
Once full of laughter, warmth, 
Now standing silent, cold. 
Fighting daily to retain
its foundation.

The windows are eyes 
the paint chips are tears, 
crying for salvation
as the floorboards creek
with sorrow
A now empty,
desolate place,
still standing.

Once every so often 
a passerby will stop.
Admire the building
for the mess it is. 
what’s deep inside 
run their hands against
the frigid walls 
And leave,
as fast as they came.

Anna Collins lives and works in Upshur County while raising her three-year- old daughter, Kimora.