Despair

She trembles with fear Her hand shakes As the wine glass is raised to lips Ever thirsty Ever quenched Ever dry Ever hungry Ever spitting Foulness and stench All the children have been killed The mothers too She is the last one Some were killed with hatred and violence But most were simply neglected Until they ceased to exist She is the last one and She fears for her life And yet, For her death Sometimes she wonders...read more