Grey Fields

A young girl in a white dress
standing alone in a grey field
in a mirage of war torn buildings

Lost from her parents.

Her screams cracks the skies apart
It pierces and chills
all souls into dust

Desperation. Isolation. Despair.

She lifts up her hands to touch
the bright glowing light in the distance
as it came nearer and nearer towards her
she ran forward, and forward,

Leaving behind the shattered life once so beautiful

She ran to the rising sun of dawn
On a tall cliff, a thousand screams from the darkness below
Her feet bleeding from the stones, her skirt tattered into shreds
Her hands, stretched out to touch the glowing light above

A final step, and she falls into the valleys
Her eyes still fixated on the sun
Her hands unable to touch
as she falls further and further
deeper and deeper

into emptiness.