Rusty Junkyard

Rusty Junkyard

A Poem by Crimson_Woad

Rusty Junkyard

Rusty junkyard
Left my dreams
Can't salvage
So it seems

Take a look
Locks on the gate
Where my hopes
Rust and wait

Desert planet
Dry as a bone
I'm here
All alone

Rusty junkyard
Dust in my eyes
This is where my dreams
All lie

For there is no hope
No dreams to follow
Nothing to eat
No water to swallow

Desert planet
Left empty for years
Nothing to worry
Nothing to featr

Rusty junkyard
Something there
But I can't get
Maybe I shouldn't care

Stuck their
Big gates stationed high
There my dreams stay
That's where they lie

Desert planet
Where the water go
I feel so quenched
I feel so low

© 2014 Crimson_Woad


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Crimson_Woad
It doesn't bother me if you don't like it, wouldn't mind getting feedback about it so I can improve.

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is it fret, feat,or fear?

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Crimson_Woad
Crimson_Woad

Gympie, Queensland, Australia



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