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    Survivor of the Desolate



red blood

black sky


I’ve tasted the dust

on my tongue,

felt the shadows

close around me,

seen my dreams set


in an endless night.


how am I alive?

huddled within my

shattered mind

nothing gained,

everything lost in a

lifeless dream


the rainbow’s been


colors crushed

against this harsh reality


nothing grows from

where nothing could,

and phantom pains sear

my soul

alone in my fate,

I share with those



would I be a dead soul

forever to walk


hope, an illusion

haunting the memory

of the desolation



Copyright © 2006- Teresa Rothman