Sad Wasteland Poems

The first time that we saw him
We were worried for his health.
He was sat upon a seat nearby
And talking to himself.

His fingernails were broken
Like his...

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I AM THE DESERT
WAITING FOR RAIN
I THIRST FOR YOU
IT'S DRY AND HARSH
THIS SEASON OF LONGING
HOLDING BACK TEARS
FOR LACK OF MOISTURE
THE AIR IS ARID
STINGS MY FACE
THIS...

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Harsh is the day, harsh is the night;
Dry and putrid, dry and decay;
Stench in the clay, stench in the sight;
Life most rancid, life on display.


Hopeless...

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A long time passes and I am still here
Silently insulting, brutally weeping
But then I lift my head from the ground
To see him standing there
Towering over...

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Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled...

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What could I positively say but my heart is a wasteland? 
Spat on, crapped on, used up and thrown out.
So used that it's barren.
My mind...

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Dust dry winds that leech and parch,
Skeletal soldiers that endlessly march
O'er barren sand and rocky crest,
Examples of nature's cruel jest.

Plants that bristle with vicious quills;
A...

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