Poezja

To that wasteland did we escape
oh what secrets dragged with,
into embraces did fall
beggars past curfew,
feeding on any embrace
lonely-desperate-entities drawn
war-ies traded; sorrow and comfort
entwined, realisation dawned!

lost in that land, selfish spoilt, death pointing
snickering, choices made! ! !
crawled up out;
body strained to end!
little by little-

the filthy foul incidious trench-
rats and disease rife
deep and dark, yet warm
folly! many cowered safe!
flirting behind its shadowery form,
others, waiting to charge
to crawl up out;
waiting.......

war waged in that
wasteland, darkness hovered,
eager to devour; succumb
many did!