By Andrew R. Duckworth

Fortifications dismantled,
Laying bare a wasteland
Of a once vibrant soul.
Acknowledgement of a civilization
Torn and undone by time and wear.
I am but an empty man
Needing rest, needing rest,
Going nowhere.
The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth