Apocalypse

A single tear gently slides

Off her scarlet cheeks as she cries

And salty droplets gently glide

Onto ink the scratched words smear

Her chest heaves as a collision of fears

Quickly becomes the world around her

No one here so she wanders alone

Clinging to what she has left of home

Broken, bruised, all beaten up

On the outside there may not be scratches

But on the inside, she feels the losses

On top of the heavy weight on her shoulders

Lies a broken heart to bulky to carry

But she continues her trail to miss Mary

Everything’s gone she says as she sighs

And reads the note of their final goodbye.