Wasteland

A Poem by Samuel Hardison

The wasteland is no place for me

the sounds are too harsh

i can not handle the heat

the nights become too cold

the days feel too long

i have found a shield

for the wastelands effects

terrified of losing it

i hide it from others

no one may know

i can be shielded from this hell

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Added on January 8, 2016
Last Updated on January 10, 2016

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