Eternal trance
Jagged peaks , craters venting volcanic ash Stumps and logs scattered everywhere Representing what had once been magnificent trees Rubbles, both and new Remains of what had once been a civilization Wait a second! Is that a man I see? Yes it is! naked as the day he was born A man sits on the rubble of what He had once called home Cheek in hand,thoughts far away To a place, a time, we can neither see nor tell His disposition, depicting disillusionment and melancholy Hush! Don’t try to disturb him; he’s dead to the world And I’m afraid to say, will remain thus forever