I Dream Of A Wasteland Poem by DM W
I Dream Of A Wasteland
In the blackened bones of a dying dream:
I perceive wingless birds and silent screams
Spectral leaves lie beneath skeletal trees
Their greenness has faded. An icy breeze
Fills the air. Everywhere flowers of Truth
Have been uprooted. The colours of youth
Have turned to grey. This wasteland seems to grow
Vaster with each passing moment in time.
Rich symbols transmute into warning signs.
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