Wasteland

A Poem

Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

My thoughts are a wasteland
endlessly trapping me inside of them
hoping that they bear value
but ending in a dedicated spiral
of self-analysis and hard loathing

I watch the land crumble before me
because I stepped on the edge
and caused an avalanche to run down
and through the nearest town
making me the…