Just waiting

Walking down the desolate road,
Her head hung low,
With the weight of the world as her load,
There she is, crying, waiting.

She walked barefooted,
Upon shattered glasses of hope,
Her soles, torn and blistered,
There she is, bleeding, waiting.

Darkness, her only companion,
She longs for someone,
To find her but till then,
There she is, hoping, waiting.

~ Manzil ~

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