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    Survivor of the Desolate

 

 

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?

 

 
Copyright © 2006- Teresa Rothman