A white sheet covering a window, <br />In the wind, flowing. <br />A light collides, <br />With the white, becoming blinding. <br /> <br />Inside, empty like a desert, <br />Dirty concrete walls. <br />Her feet on the dirt, <br />Of the devastated Earth. <br /> <br />She wears only a fur skirt, <br />Nothing to cover her head. <br />Her inside is hurt, <br />A cold is digging her grave. <br /> <br />She is walking on a thin line, <br />Seperating life to death. <br />Fears in her mind, <br />Emotionless, she waits her last breath. <br /> <br />Outside, the sound of silence, <br />Dust flying up in the air. <br />Shattered and ruined houses, <br />Burnt cars, no-one nowhere. <br /> <br />Suddenly a sound thrills her ears, <br />Noisy door opening. <br />A man crawls out with tears, <br />A loud shrieking. <br /> <br />Legless, bloodshed, a cry, <br />Living his last instant. <br />He flips on his back and looks at the sky, <br />Prays for his daughter as he closes his eyes. <br /> <br />She kneels on the ground, <br />A tear falls on her thigh. <br />Her heart in anguish, <br />With her broken mind, she says goodbye. <br /> <br />Walked for miles and days, <br />Nothing seemed to be alive. <br />Now she is tired, weak and in a craze, <br />She knows she will never survive. <br /> <br />Breathing dust, <br />She creeps. <br />Until she gets lost, <br />In the middle of an unknown street, she sleeps.<br /><br />JeanFrancois Denis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-woman-in-a-lost-world/
