Posted on by Matthew Tonks

Upon The Wasted Lands – Unhinged Poem

The blood still runs,

in the foothills of the wastelands we once called home,

the war that plagued us,

still holds on in vain,

 depleting what was a happy home,

and turning it into a sea of red,

we asked forgiveness,

we pleaded to be free,

a world you’ve left me,

a world not for me…

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