Paranoia Poem by DM W
Paranoia
Why are these flowers,
Crushed by the doorway;
That leads to a new day?
Where are the lovers,
Whose tears of remorse,
Once spawned rainbows?
Where are the poets,
Whose words once soared above,
The abyss of this burnt landscape?
Why are the prophets,
Still locked in their prisons,
Sleeping like babies?
Where is the light
& where is the key?
Where is the life
That was promised to me?
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