What Wanting Wasted Woe

What Wanting Wasted Woe

A Poem by JohanneBlack

Creeping listlessly over the edge of the eaves on the palace of communication are the vile, and tangled vines of commonality. A convenient lapse in the will of perceptibility.
What?

Beyond harsh, abandoned and weathered facades, a home to phantasmal vagrants. Peeking through haggard, yellowed blinds, their eyes lit by moonlight.
Wanting.

The grand achievement, the ziggurat crumbled. Ruins of language. Forgotten struggles of ancient builders.
Wasted.

Hurled from the blackened edifice, children left behind, Plummet past structure.
Woe!

© 2016 JohanneBlack


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Incredible structure which really makes you think. Wonderful poem, well written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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JohanneBlack

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Zoe.

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JohanneBlack
JohanneBlack

Charles Town, WV



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