Estranged Traveler

by LitxUpxWithxLife   Mar 25, 2009


Ghosted, alone and in desolation. I wander through the tattered wastelands of the post-apocalyptic U.S. shocked, and shaken, at the transformation that the world has gone through. I alone have weathered the thousand years of demolition and rejuvenation that this scorched Earth has endured. I am an estranged traveler destined to trudge, for all eternity, upon the remnants of this forsaken abomination.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Gret imagery and diction. perfect poem. 5/5. keep it up. Shanik