SURVIVE

SURVIVE

I tremble as I sit
listening to tortured wailing,
thankful to have found sanctuary
on a rooftop, gazing at the
stars above.

I pray to One as I gaze, that
tomorrow we will be just as lucky,
and find another rooftop to rest our
weary bodies down.

A shuffling wave below,
gnarled crooked hands
reach and claw, desperately seeking
a way to fill their eternally
rumbling stomachs.

I thought I believed in One,
believed One put us here on
earth, for some reason,
some purpose.

However, when I regard
this sea of macabre,
this sea of the dead.

I see that we are alone, and
realize what my purpose is, now
after One forsook us all
and abandoned us to this horror.

My purpose is simple really,
my purpose is to survive.