Standing on the outskirts,
Starring out into the abandoned shores,
Nothing echoing for miles,

Was there anyone out-there,
Across the plains…

No cries or moans,
Could be heard,
Just an empties,
Nothing but darkness left,
Surrounding this vacant city,

Do I stay here,
In these waterless grounds…

Do I pack my bags,
Tighten up my boot strings,
Strapping my holster to my hip,
Head out to wonder,
Through these merciless lands…

All The while wondering…

Is there any life left,
On the other-side of this terrain…

~ by jbritt