​Mall at the Edge of World

At night the lights still come on though the doors are now shut and locked

The only fountain bears wishes unanswered though with time the pump no longer works

Still water holds the wishes of youth

It is the last mall in the world

The overhead speakers have become distorted with age

The music is slowed to droning amidst crackling paces

There is life here but not for the living

Trinkets and gaudy signs are in every store

There is an old rocking horse taking in the peculiarities

Plants grow around the fountain

I wonder who placed the last of their money in the shallow depths of its waters

Its final ripple against impact

A feeling of comfort and home that will never be again