The sky slowly dimming to a pinkish hue.
All is silent;
Only the sound of a lone woman's steady breathing can be heard.
Nothing to be seen but a seemingly endless world covered in green grass and flowers.
A sigh fills the air;
And it's silent once more.
The woman swipes a hand over her brown hair and looks out at the horizon,
Hoping to find some kind of motivation.
Hoping to find a solution.
Anything.
She gazes down at her feet.
There is nothing.
And I will repeat;
There is nothing.
Nothing to feel,
To see,
Or to understand.
All that is around is herself.
There is no one left on this empty world.
Just herself.
She sighs for the last time,
And sheds a single tear;
Before walking into the blazing burning fire that was by her,
To greet death with a smile.
YOU ARE READING
"...Will it ever be enough?"
Poetry(IMPORTANT: This is not something I'm proud of writing, but I am keeping it up for archival purposes) Not all that different from my Oneshot Book, this is a collection of poems I write in my free time. And, just like my Oneshot Book, I will most lik...
