Wasteland

Surrounded by flames
That consumes
All hold dear
Mind races with memories
Of death
That devours
Everything in sight
Lonely child all alone
In midst of smoke
On prairie land
Flames die down
Smoldering any life
That may have survived

Walking endlessly
Calling out
Silence
No answer to be heard
No one left to hear
Any words lonely child may utter

Scorched land
Where life once dwelled
Blackened, charred beyond repair
Plants withered
To dust
Skeletons that once breathed
Now in mockery
Moving in gentle breeze
Cry of the hawk
Circling above
No hope of prey anywhere to be found
In this flame riddled wasteland
Once called home

Blistered feet
Throat raw
At cries that circle endlessly
Lonely child
Never to be heard
Walks through barren wasteland