Tragedies

A jacket worn would suffice the cold autumn breeze. However, the cold was numbing to some who endured such horrific experiences. The autumn breeze blew between the shattered windows of the dilapidated barn, the view through them stretched for miles. Trees on the other side had changed colors yet most of them were dead, and torn down to nothing but stumps of wood plastered into the ground. The grass no longer existed, the field was muddy, full of rubbery, tall weeds that were repulsive to look at. The red paint on the exterior walls of the barn began to peel, as if there was no color on them to begin with. One could imagine how stunning the barn would have been twenty years ago, but today it barely stands, there is no longer life that the barn can sustain. The tragedies in life resemble the run down barn, this barn has no purpose anymore. It’s been abandoned.