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Survivor of the Desolate
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red blood
black sky
I’ve tasted the dust
on my tongue,
felt the shadows
close around me,
seen my dreams set
adrift
in an endless night.
how am I alive?
huddled within my
shattered mind
nothing gained,
everything lost in a
lifeless dream
the rainbow’s been
broken
colors crushed
against this harsh reality
nothing grows from
where nothing could,
and phantom pains sear
my soul
alone in my fate,
I share with those
before.
would I be a dead soul
forever to walk
questioning
hope, an illusion
haunting the memory
of the desolation
alone?
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