Dead Places

dead places,

hidden among the rain soaked fields,

call out like long lost friends,

searching for days gone by,

and empty roads

never traveled;

grand plans,

big ideas,

so much lost on the way,

in this desolate wilderness

called home;

it scares them to know,

someone sees through their masks,

their charades,

they grow uneasy,

when they see themselves

through the eyes of another,

tossing and turning,

generating huge ocean waves,

among the tranquil seas;

fools;

playing foolish games

with deadly consequences,

children lost in chaos

and hopeless jungle forests;

dead places

know.

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