Thoughts of the Fallen

Abandoned

Ashes of the world she knew sifting through her hands

tiny fingers grasp at the charred remains of her heart

Distant roars and wails echo in her concienceness

But still, she cannot comprehend

Voices slowly reach her, kneeling in the ruins

praying on her knees as she begs for a way out

Tears flow like rivers, smearing her death-kissed cheeks

with a lifetime of regret

Slowly she stands, a child forced into adulthood

shivering in the midst of the carnage she's witnessed

yet unable to escape the images seared into her mind

The nightmares cannot be escaped

Stumbling away from the shattered remains, she does not look back

she sheds no more tears, and feels no more pain

The heavens break open, torrential rain pours down like her tears once did

Drowning her in the sorrow she can no longer feel.

She knows she should tremble with anger, with sadness, with fear

yet she dows not feel anything. Just a void. A nothing

Is that what I am? She questions, silent and mute

But she recieves no answer, and slowly forgets

Time passes, worlds change, yet one thing remains

that child, forsaken, never was saved

sinking in darkness, her pleas went inanswered

she has stopped asking, accepting the silence

The truth that she was alone

Abandoned.