Year Zero P.7: (2021) Poem by DM W
Year Zero P.7: (2021)
In visions, I sense
The silent screams of grey-black
Subway nightmares. In
Visions, I perceive
Lonesome souls falling into
An abyss. There are
No guides to take them by the
Hand and gently show
Them the fruits of compassion
A bleak solitude
Lies at the heart of the world
No modern systems
Of communication can
Provide remedies
For this deep - seated crisis.
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