Faint light

I stand on top

Of a tall, black plateau

Overlooking all I see

A dry, grey, barren landscape

Acid spitting burnt flowers

Rusted mechanical scraps

Pure white skeletons

Of all shapes

And sizes

Litter the floor

Bound in equality

Holding hands

I see a faint light

Emerging from sinister clouds

I look down

The edge of the plateau

And jump

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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