Wasteland Poem by Tom Langmead

Wasteland



Standing in my mind,
And its like a wasteland of feelings
Its dark and cold
But yet bright and warm,
But darkness overwhelms and fills me with fear,
As if I am never to leave this place.
And I am confused
But it feels so obvious
Oh my, its dark.

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