
Dead men walking
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
The earth is littered
with empty nothings
Vacant shells
with human faces
roaming
I roam alongside
Forever seeking
of what I do not know
In this big ugly city
You appear
Like an oasis
in a god forsaken wasteland
A streak of colour
on black and white
Could this be?
I laugh for my fortune
The skies laugh back
mockingly
For
to this oasis
I am only but
a part of this wasteland
containing nothing.