The church I left behind

The church stands silent, doors locked like a heart,

where prayers once flourished, now worlds drift apart.

The bell tolls softly, slicing the air,

I feel nothing now, just the weight of despair.

Chipped paint and shadows where light used to stream,

a sanctuary lost, swallowed whole by a dream.

Memories linger like dust on the floor,

as I walk past the place that I needed before.