Waiting for someone

Somewhere,
As dark as clouds that bore rain,
Footpaths that barely trail,
Dry leaves falls on the ground,
Moistened and moisturized by icy  touch,
She lays, hoping and holding in to her  breath,
She feels cold beneath her feet,
Heart pounding, body shaking,
Its fear she has, its danger that looms,
She clutch to her torn dress,
Hoping to give her strength,
Torment, loneliness, psychotic breakdown,
She’s undergone much that she’s become pale,
As agonizing as it is she’s immune to her pain,
Dry tears have formed terraces on her face,
She has none to cry no more,
She lies frail on the ground so cold,
Waiting for someone…

©Phill_Ibsen