UNTITLED

the land is dying

no breath to grasp

the leaves are still

no wind to make them dance

 

the moon is pale

no light to glare

the sun is hiding

refusing to rise

 

this is my world

bare and dull

all in grey

but not doomed

Reviews

[Michael G.]

A wanderer searching... living in a grey world... still with hope of finding... something.
Quiet thoughts to think upon and wonder of the wanderer. Good write.

[Trixolomanea]

This poems contains a raw beauty that I must say I really admire! I really enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing it. :)