Wasteland Poem by James Comerford

Wasteland

Rating: 5.0


The sum total of my life is nought but a wasteland
A journey that ended before it began!

Mountains were scaled in my mind
Great battles fought in my own backyard

Love was always difficult to find
Friends failed me, more than i care to recall.

When i open my eyes to survey the landscape
I see a wasteland calling itself my life! !

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