Towers… -or- enter the badlands

Towers cross the sky
Legs bulky, bulging at the seam
Trudging thru the badlands
lethargic and heavy
Slow jerks sliding closer
And closer

Ever closer but never touching down
The tease of a crushing power
That never resolves
Slender and bold shadows
Haunt my address of flesh
Peering thru the soul that i once had
Mocking what’s left and all that’s right
As if it wasn’t clear to me

No closure for the tormented
Only shadowed figures
towering over heads
Reminding the small of its
grand losses and the trudging reality of
The big bad lands