Tear drop imprints shower the dry and dusty land,
Like footprints scatter along a crowded beach,
The trail of which can be followed from miles around,
To one truly lost in a barren waste,
With gasps for air she unleashes a horrid scream,
Only Pain and Death really knows what she means,
She distorts over like heavy rocks to the ground,
Muffled sobbing heard as knees embrace her face,
Her pain...her pain, is saturates the air as a misty fog,
Even the birds flee away from such despair,
Her emotions engulf like a roaring sea,
No sight of land or how to be free,
She begins to prepare for her last breath,
Believing right now she has nothing left,
She tries not to recall what she’s been through,
But they brawl their way through the maze of her mind,
She cries louder and harder as if it were a race,
Her heart hastily beats, ready to give way,
She wonders, why does this have to be?
Who did I wrong for this life I lived?
Warmth arrives to her arctic shoulder,
Instantly melting away internal icebergs like global warming,
She looks up startled to see the beholder,
She finds none, hope was there but now it's gone,
In the distance she hears steps,
She doesn’t have the power to do anything else,
Thinking, why would they come to such a dreary place?
Don't they realize I have nothing of value to take?
Things get out louder with each progressive step,
Strength escaped like a prisoner who wanted to be free,
I'll just lay right here let this place be my end, she whispers,
Long ago my heart messaged for help, but never hit send,
Thinking on how her life had no meaning,
Wishing she had the nerve to end it herself,
Thinking on all she’s went through,
She suddenly realized the footsteps stopped too.
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