Ghost Town – Original Poem (Inspired by Charleston’s resilience during Hurricane Matthew)

By Mark A. Leon

An innocent town vulnerable and quiet left behind to prepare for the fight
Tears of children and families looking back as the lights shine west
Retreating from the coast

The rhythm of horses galloping down the cobblestone roads silenced
The tapping of champagne glasses from the café’s now a mere echo of silent unnerve
Only the footsteps of the spirits remain

The reflection of the windows hidden for another day
The comfortable chaos of King Street all but a deserted shell
Market Street sells not today
Broad Street secures the beauty of its artistic vision

A storm awaits; powerful and without prejudice
Unconscious of the destruction and mourning it brings

Like a baby brought into a world of uncertainty, we can only stare in wonder
Waiting, hoping, praying

Our heralded Charleston
For generations; home
Rich in history; splendid in tradition; overflowing in love
Now a ghost town

Weakened by the prowess of Mother Nature
Without fear; resilient; strong in will
Every citizen together as one.

We have left you, but only temporarily.  We will return
Once again we will love

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