Empty Halls

Once on one of my photo forums was posted a series of haunting photos of a decades old crumbling medical facility. Much of the equipment was still there, dust covered and wasting away.

Picture if you will that old hospital waiting to be demolished.

Footsteps echo of days gone by, of lives saved and lost that reverberate off the walls. Once bustling with doctors and nurses, scurrying around ministering to the sick, now are dark, cold and foreboding.

As the saying goes; “if the walls could talk”, certainly applies. Once shinny floors are now covered with dust, foot prints showing the few who frequent these halls forgot by time. The glare of florescent lights, casting their reflective glare off the walls, and various medical carts are gone, replaced by a few emergency lights, casting a foreboding shaft of light down these long empty halls.

All the emptiness plays on the mind, conjuring images and echoes from another time. Dimly lit and eerily quiet they sit, waiting, waiting on a future that will never come.

Standing quietly you can almost hear the voices and see the wispy vaporous shadows of the past. The noises heard from the old building sound like groans, a moaning if you will, of a glory lost and resistance to an inevitable future. 

  

Like our bodies, aging and worn, the building too knows it’s time is limited, soon to be cast aside and replaced by a newer building, one that has yet to create it’s memories and become a part of history.

Empty halls, pierced with shafts of light and reverberating echoes are all that remain.