
You searched within
but all you could find was
hollowness
a pile of bones brittle and unloved
reduced to ash
after being obliterated
by fire
that ravaged your life
without mercy
now you search the horizon
for a glimpse of rain
scanning the inner plains
for shelter
but all you hear is
the distant rumble of thunder
circling around you
as the lonely crows
flying in over the horizon
sound out from deep with their bellies
a haunted song
of holocaust