Thousands of warriors
celebrate life, and die
as the Wall turns into a Well
trying to quench its own thirst
trying to draw a parting of the lips
called a smile in its mind
before it dries out
before it becomes a void
bottomless hole
this Well that once was a Wall

You’ve seen me
so surely you know
I was an oak tree
now i’m a willow

Just as
words were fireflies
flickering in the night
but now they are gone
i sit in the dark
trying hard
to reach deep inside
and find something
true
to bring out
to share
but there is nothing

Nothing.

 


Digital Art by Steven Donnet

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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