To watch the world crumble to dust
Helpless
As the flames of infamy
Lick at the boots of defeat
Without reason
Wandering hand in hand with dementia
The mind a playground
To lay waste
The void
With nothing left
Alone.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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