Dystopic Absorption

Golden ages that graced

the eaves

have long rattled and scorched

with tracks of carbon and sulphur

idyllic bliss battered

mis-shapen

Were I living in a dream

to have missed the transformation

thousands upon thousands

those Golden years

where now objects of attainment

fallen to ashen rust

I’ve walked forever

in the bloodstained sands

that turn scepter and bone to dust

and scatter the cobwebs

upon this broken world.

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