Desolation.
Plains of dust and bone.
Names engraved in stone.
Abandoned trains at their station.
All drought, all stale, all dark.
All worn, all cold, alone.
Isolation.
Lonely flower, the last one cut.
Stench and color of an inverse gut.
Result of youthful revelation.
No fuel, no light, no sun.
No hope, no love, no one.
There was...
And it was...
There is...
And it is...
There will be...
And it will be...
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A Collection of Poetry (For You)
Poetry"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.
