Brown

Brown,
As far as the eye can see.
Nothing but dead,
Brown earth.
There is no wind
Nothing to stir the air
In this dead waste.
There is no sun,
No shadow,
Nothing to bring this dead brown
To life.
It is here,
In this desolate place
That I am cursed to roam,
I have no direction,
It's all the same anyway.
There is no time,
No night,
No day.
Not even my shadow
Accompanies me into this place,
This empty hell.
I am alone,
Profoundly alone,
Even the echoes of my footsteps
Have abandoned me.

The End

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