Left for the Duration

A while ago there were lights from within which illuminated these eyes. Now they are clouded and wretched, even covered, with no one of concern looking out. There use to be a cover upon the crown keeping everything safe from misfortune but now it is gone, scathed and ripped out of its place causing tremendous rot upon the unprotected. It seems the cracks on the sides have grown deeper as the years go by, getting older with time, so deep it seems they were sketched within the plan.

The rain seeps in.
The sun bears down.
The snow creeps up.
The decay spills out.
The wind furies around.

There once was purpose which was the finest utility known to accommodate those lodging here, but it is gone. It vanished without any consent from those left behind. No one thought that it would end so soon or without more notice.

But we hold on. We still stand, as best we can. There is goodness still within in us. Even in our anguish we hope for a return of yesteryear, to the time when we were not left abandoned, forgotten, rejected …

I thought that this song by Sufjan Stevens: http://sites.google.com/site/idiocorb/music/03FortheWidowsinParadise%2CfortheFatherlessinYpsilanti.mp3?attredirects=0
went well with these pictures: http://www.100abandonedhouses.com/.