Alone in a maze of silence and
emptiness,
A stately, monumental, civilized mess,
I wander the residues of humanity,
smile on lips,
Delighted by my own custom apocalypse,
By the shadow and snowfall in a world
barely lighted
By plants unattended, running on fumes,
autopilot.
Utterly alone in this world, my feet
long to dance,
Grateful for peace and a real second
chance.
This is the latest of several attempts to express the thoughts and feelings I once had walking down a snowy, deserted street with most of the lights out.
ReplyDeleteHere's the previous attempt: http://writebrainedjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/wasteland.html