Into the Dark – a poem

you cry
stretch hands out
toward a barren sky.
wastelands, black
barren
mirroring the emptiness.
imploring an aching sorrow
a sadness
without words.
pain calling into the wild.
echoes of nothing
returning
haunting bands of roving bandits
come to seek
destroy
lay waste to what was beautiful
young
full.
now a husk
blown on the winds of yesterday.
– ijs

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