Wasteland
Location
The ragged vagrant winds through the wastes
Searching for any sign of life
Longing for the land, he once knew
Before this pointless strife
Lines of what used to be a road
Are the only trail he follows
The vultures above, his only friend
He thinks as he swallows
Soon he will be without any water
He added to his list of miseries
“Oh, what I would give for some shade,
A building or even some trees.
He knows he will not rest
Not even for a minute
For if he were going to die
He will not be the one to end it
The vultures eye him hungrily
Watching their determined prey
He has not eaten in two weeks
He cannot last another day
The vultures cry as he stumbles and falls
Landing upon his hands and knees
Upon the asphalt, he starts to cough
And consequently wheeze
He rises again after the fit is over
Feeling weaker and weaker every step
Uphill sapping all his strength
Within him there was no more pep
Above the hill rose a plume of smoke
Immediately boosting his spirit
People! He thinks as he picks up the pace
He sees the tops of buildings; he is getting near it
More ashen columns rise up
Sporadic throughout the city
The whole town is in flames
If he were not crushed, it would be pretty
Dejected there, he takes a seat.
Accepting all hope as lost
There he remains as the fires burned
Burying him in ashen frost