Wandering

Snow

Pure white snow

Tainted with scarlet petals

Flowers of blood

Blossoming

 

Broken

Bent, broken and breathless

A puppet with it’s strings

slashed cruelly

Lies forlorn

 

Empty

Drained of life

Stolen mercilessly

With a flash

Of silver

 

Stolen

The theft of a soul

An inexcusable act

Of judgement

 

Scenery

A picture of peace

But a soul

Forever

Wandering

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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