mlarouss

No Escape

I am so thirsty.

I have been thirsty for too long,

seeking some form of shelter

in the rubble of my town,

now a devastated landscape, an oblivion,

rendered featureless by the wrath of man.

Without a home I found myself adrift,

a stranger, aimlessly wandering,

hopelessly walking and walking in a world

devoid of directions;

devoid of sustenance;

devoid of empathy.

Doubt has been my companion,

while being stalked by fear like a prey.

I need a long cold drink

to quench my thirst.

I need a moment of reprieve,

under the cool shade of a tree,

to soothe my aching soul.

But there are no trees left here;

there is no refuge left for my kind;

there is no escape from the endless carnage.

So, I need to keep moving;

I need to keep searching,

for the elusive shore of safety.