Barrenness Poem by Emmanuel Ayeni

‎Oh, good morning to you, shining dead land
‎Your emptiness is a gift, what joy to survive again
‎The sun rises high, in a cloudless, vacant sky
‎Because who needs shade, when you can have a sun-scorched sigh?
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‎The wind whispers secrets, of a long-forgotten past
‎Reminding me of all, that will never truly last
‎But hey, at least the dust, is a lovely shade of gray
‎A perfect complement, to the bleakness of each new day
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‎In this bright, barren world, I keep looking for one small sign of hope
‎A hint of life's persistence, in this unforgiving, barren scope
‎But all I find is more dust, and the remnants of what's been lost
‎A landscape as harsh as the heart, burnt-out and tired of waiting
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‎Yet still, I'll face the day, in this desolate, barren land
‎Because what choice do I have, but to join your barren stand