In The Land of The Wasteful (2)
by butch-decatoria
In the land of the wasteful
The flesh is bound to despairing
Time like a mosquito
Caught in Amber
Unmovingly
All dreams dreamt away
Are as transient as its blood
Orange clarity
In the mind
Of thee, those in the land
Of the wasteful...
Pain is as hollow as
The uncaring
When already the broken heart
Has let go, passed long ago
Since childhood's end
Not having known
To recognize
Or find oneself
In the beauty of a world
We played pretend
In the land of waiting
For our sadnesses to end
Waking up alone
After all
In the land of ungrateful men.
(The kind have gone extinct)