A place not for the living, but only the dead
A desolate wasteland, blackened and vast
Only moving corpses full of hatred and dread
Where once they lived but that’s in the past
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Such powerful, paradoxical words. I felt the pain, yet I do hope I won't be constrained! ! ! ! And I also hope that somehow emotions don't die, that we won't allow them to. That we can outlive all that is lost and all that is blackened. Well, here's my hope to your hopelessness! Great write, though, Jason.
A poem showing the sad emotions of the death and I liked the poem.