Cold Days In The Wastelands - Poem by Paul Burt
The sun may shine but no warmth comes from it, the streets that once was filled with people going about their daily lives are now empty as the wind howls through them.
No trace of life can be seen or heard
Where has everyone gone?
What has gone wrong with the world? ?
Everything looks untouched as if nothing was ever used, looks like life has
expired all at the same time.
The loneliness and isolation will soon take it's toll, it does not matter how far I've walked everywhere is the same, lifeless empty streets and the cold sun bearing down on me.
Am I a ghost or has the world come to an end? ? ?
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