sometimes i feel
like there's nothing left
just a dark barren land
at my feet
i walk on by
scraps of clothing
stained with fresh blood
blowing in the icy wind
pieces of wood
and stone
torn parts
of what was home
the sun refuses to
rise here
so hard
so cold
blinding dust
blowing like mist
sticking and burying
what remains
it's as if
a storm
swept the land
to promise death
no living creature
stirs but i
no sound
but that of my aching heart
no food
but the corpses
of the dead
of family
no water
but the sorrowful
tears i cry
in wake and sleep
my body withers
as each red light shines
in the sky
but no sun
the terrifying
icy chill
in the wind
unforgiving
many have died
the brave and frightened
the strong and weak
all now lay beneath the sand
there is no cry
like that from i
as i wail
when all light fades
no one to hear
no one to sing
with me
this melodious song
i am alone
i shall always be
until my body and soul perish
in this empty place
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