Disappear Here - Poem by Rory Briggs
Dark, Desolate, Devoid,
The depths are silent now,
A hushed movement is felt in the distance
Amid an ancient plough,
But here the feelings feel resistance.
No faces here, no voices here.
No suffering here amongst the burning belt.
The mind recoils in horror,
The worst never felt.
This place is barren,
More so than before,
Colours ebb silently away
Into the engulfing darkness.
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