Bleak Era

Lifeless, unyielding stone and granite trees

Upon a concrete earth that scrapes the heel

Slim stalks of wheat not rustling in the breeze

Half-withered blossoms lacking basic will for thrill

 

Mundane affairs of indifference, vanity and love

Crawling numb, like serpents, bloody on rough soil

Nothing but pyre, lead and water gathering above

And Us, just empty shells enthralled in dull turmoil

◄ A Thorn In Joy

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Mae Foreman

Wed 24th Apr 2019 21:58

Thank you Jason! Yes "dystopia" is pretty much it! Thank you for liking 🎈
Mae

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 24th Apr 2019 21:44

Talk about dystopian! Brilliant and numb Mae.
Loved it.

J. x

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Mae Foreman

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 18:24

Thank you Heart and Carbon Quill! I'm glad you both like it!🎈
Mae

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Heart of Lead

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 01:37

I like this very very much. Desolate landscape imagery but personal. Very beautiful.

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The Carbon Quill

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 01:36

Mae,

This is good poetry. Well done!

CQ

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