Antique Village

Antique village Houses around me are emptying the old, reaching the age of dying. A timeworn man went missing on Monday, was found miles away, the local constabulary drove him back home. He had tried to flee, didn't to where he had no money. Behind closed doors in dark rooms, he tries to stave off the fated. Sunlight unbearable reminds him of the sunrises he will not see. When a car stops outside his house, he trembles in fear, is a hearse coming for him? Voices of children are like the scorn of his elderliness, he longs for peace but fears death's endless cruelty. Posted by the blog Friends of Palestine