The barren land,
the barren mind,
the barren places
skewed with time.
The barren time,
the barren way,
the barren essence
caused dismay.
The barren soul,
the barren spirit,
the barren spaces,
yes,
you’re in it.
YOU ARE READING
With open eyes
PoetryThis is some of the poetry I composed for a class called; Poetry: Making it Strange. During the time I wrote this I was experimenting with form, type and content, but I am fond of these poems and wanted to share them.
