This broken land
When can I come back
To the land outside of here
I'm losing hope and faithfulness
In this darkened atmosphere
The grass is black
The doors are locked
The snow is here
And I am blocked
The sun is gone
It's sunken back
For killing things
It's quite a knack
The wind still howls
Around my head
Inside of here
I'm good as dead
A fire blazes
Ever close
My lungs are filled
With heavy smoke
The monsters swarm
Into the town
All barricades
Are broken down
When the rains come
We all must hide
Keep the children
Safe inside
But every day
Another dies
The illusions
Are all a lie
Gray bubbles float
Atop the trees
Blowing with
The slightest breeze
But when they pop
The chaos comes
From where the evil's
Coming from
I miss my home
Outside of here
But I cannot
Return I fear
Because the land
In which I hide
This broken land
It is my mind
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Comments
Well written, the end, I thought for a moment it was the beginning of some apocalyptic scene then you hit me with your mind, great poem.Â
Thank you, I really appreciate that you took the time to write a comment.
Excellent rhyming all throughout, Anonymous X 2.
Initially, I thought the protagonist of your poem had died and gone to Hell.
Then, as I read further, I thought some nuclear catastrophe had occurred.
The reveal at the end that it was just a shattered mind was unexpected, but a good one.
Nicely pennedâvery dark.
I like dark...
~Dean Kuch â
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Thank you, though I previously assumed you liked dark, as exampled by your poems. I appreciate the comment, thanks again.
-Anonymous AnonymousÂ
I enjoy reading all different types of poetry, Anonymous X 2.
I wasn't aware you were reading my poetry. I don't believe you've commented on it if you have.
Anyhow, you're welcome.
~Dean
Thatâs because I havenât commented yet. Iâll be sure to do so soon.
-Anonymous Anonymoud