ABUSE
Grey walls, gaping holes into the darkness.
Provider of light at a certain time of the day.
Tension escapes into creaks and nooks, seeking the sun.
Evidence of life beyond man.
Scattered shells on sandy ground
Witnessed a previous so called “golden age”.
One could suspect that the beach reclaimed this place,
Returned to its roots.
From symmetry and seemingly endless walls and fences
To a bird eye’s view over this closed-circuit environment.
A prison? A factory? A home!
Once a palace to the workers who earned their daily bread in pain.
Suddenly, in only a moment the leaf turned.
There still IS life in this ghostly place!
Faces where there are no longer machines.
Scattered glass catches the sun
Remains of the past
Intertwined with the forces of nature.
Darkness envelopes this place like a coat at night. Warm and safe.
Emptiness seems so much stronger. Loneliness, too.
And yet… a stronger force rejects what mankind tried to achieve
At this place.
And rain clouds turn into new hope.
Katja Boehm
06.05.08
