The Lost Soul - Poem by Dennis Go
Slowly on a road I tread.
The heart feels cold and wasted.
Truth hurts, pain underlying,
Shadows seal in its shade.
Dusk sees a form evolving -
Compensating happiness unseen.
Unresolved within eternity:
Love to hate, hate to ruins.
Silence whispers its tune.
Grim serenity unfolding.
The Southern Wasteland lies desolate
For a bleeding soul to travel.
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