Dreamers in the Deadlands

University Campus, October 2020 (Credit: Author)

Originally written September 9th, 2019. Inspired by “My Shadow” by Keane.


Eyes fixate
on the blue above,
In a dying place,
With silent halls,
And wandering ghosts,
Our only company
Are lost dreamers
Like us.
Echoes of happiness
Bounce through the trees.
The sounds of laughter,
And joy,
And life,
That left this place
Many years before.
The emerald will make way
To gold,
And orange,
And red,
And then absence.
Then all of it will be reborn,
But the place this life encases
has no rebirth left.

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