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.