The Infinite Dirge Poem by Dustin Dean

The Infinite Dirge



The world falls apart
Each crumbling problem
Falls off of my shoulders
But really, you can't blame my selfishness
I'm just doing what i've been doing
I am the harvester of restlessness

Monday, January 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: apocalypse,world
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Dustin Dean

Dustin Dean

Winston-Salem, NC
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