Hi friends! It’s been a couple of though days for me as wasn’t in my best shape. But I’m getting back on track 🙂

For today’s assignment on #writing201 we have to write a ballad about our neighborhood using assonance. Since I don’t particularly like my latest neighborhood, I thought to write about it’s past. Hope you’ll enjoy it

The haunting past

Old buildings, golden history

People with stories

No one bothers to listen,

All became ruins and miseries.


The invisible, destructive force

Left its marks on everything,

Wounded souls crying for help

When they were left with nothing.


Many years have come and gone

People went in infinite ways

A new life started to replace

All wounded souls of olden days.


New houses were built around

The broken ruins of the ghost town

Nature is taking its course,

No more reasons to feel down.