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

Comments

Man, please you need to concentrate on this blog. It takes effort to make a blog work. Sit down and decide what you want to do, don't just leave this hanging here.

Hope your holiday is going smoothly. take care

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