On the drought land
Grass refused to grow some more
Pungent smell of fruits laden on the ground
Pavements mistless and no slime
The night called for a cold one
Promised to gnaw on her wrath
To throw enough spoil of her angst
The old sight never to happen again
The moon shadows the lifeless trees
Buildings abandoned
Properties left to oblivion
Lifeless
Futile
Then heard the guttural cry
One lost soul
One regretful mourning
When nothing was left
When no one to turn to anymore
Then came regrets
She came from a pit
She knew well
Her comfort
Her life
Her everything
Yet, after death descends
She was left alone
To see the misery
The lost world
Because she hid herself
To the confinement of her world
When she realized she could walk
Could talk
Could run
Nothing was left
To share the world with her
Futile
Useless
Lifeless
Wasted.
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