Cities and the dead – a poem

Never ever have I wandered as far as Adelma,

Where every living face is someone dead,

Am I in a nightmare while lying in bed?

Or is it a real city off which my memories fed.

 

A kaleidoscope of escapades,

that suck me into their void,

and chew me alive,

to discover me dead.

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