Abandoned Theatre

From the outside you are so old,

But something about you feels so gold.

Your walls are cracked and windows are smashed,

As you stand so proud a testament to time that once crashed.

I walk inside your crumbling walls that hold so many stories.

Reading all the colourful paints that hide the cracks and age,

I walk out onto what feels like a creaky stage.

The holes above where windows once watched a play,

I wish I was here on that day.

Endless rows of velvet seats,

Rotten table where people would once eat.

Curtains still hang from metal a rail,

Looking over me like a ships sail.

I walk amongst the costume stands like statues stuck in time,

I wonder how it looked when in its prime.

There is a slight beauty here although it is a mess.