This world; Such pallor
no color, no life
What has become of me
Of everything else?

It marvels me
fills me with wonders, worries
questions
of the future

I see myself,
in the cracked mirrors
on the ground
there are so many…

So many cracked, burned..
and broken…

is this real?
what is real?

i walk…
i walk on

They
They wander, without reason
without purpose
like ragged dolls
with their limbs dangling
their head without bones
to lift them

Some laugh,
crazily, insanely
as they walk

They laugh
They,those
that have lost their minds

I see myself
in them...
I have to wonder
Will I turn like them?
What will become of this world
And what will become of me?
as I walk it?