You see her sitting there.
Contemplating,
wondering by herself.
She feels a brush against her shoulders.
She closes her eyes and wishes for the end.
Cursing in whispers,
escaping within the hours of time.
She then starts to run along a path,
of fog eloping her surroundings.
Blurrying her vision and trapping her thoughts.
There is not one single soul to cry for help to.
Not one breathing creature,it is cold and desolate.
She feels a pain,
a sharp pain in her stomach.
Thinking she is of what it could be.
AH-It is my fear that has creeped upon me-she says unsurely.
Convincing herself it could be worse and better if she could only see.
To see what she could never see,
and to stop viewing what she always sees.
Then she came to a stop.
Blustering wind shooting at her,
and she feels what real pain she felt before.
A feeling of loneliness she now knows the feeling all to well.
Emptiness,she feels the void.
Just plain lonely she is inside.
With nothing more to live for
and nothing to look forward to.
Just a muster of a blurry vision of her own timely death,
and the last look of the crack of dawn.
Has she says goodbye to this world of yours. |
Submission Name: Escaping The Time of Will
