withdrawn from society,
is an obliterated paradise;
once the concrete jungle of dreams,
now the cultural capital of demise;
where the hostile ghosts of citizens,
wander helplessly in despair;
running from the fresh reek of slaughter,
that hangs solemnly in the air.
forgotten ruins of homes,
burning wreckages of happiness,
shattered pieces of natural life
all come together in the fight for existence.
a divided, wasteful world,
abandoned by morality;
it's every man for himself,
until the end of humanity.
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Wildflower
Poetry"We don't let Wildflowers grow here, Independent minds and wild hearts are not encouraged." - Alice in Wonderland A collection of short poems by me 🌸
