Devonne Brown

Peace escaped. 

Bound to sadness and pain. 

Even the doves that brought peace and tranquility had given up hope and moved on.

There were other souls to save, and time was of essence. There was only so much with which a human could cope, a wreath of laurel leaves and  branches, another burden to bear upon the back.

Let the forest work its magic one way or the other and offer release. 

Wrapped in the bonds of age and illness, there was nowhere to go anyway. Hope was gone. Nothing to look forward to, why lift the eyes to the heavens? Everyone was gone, everyone had been cast away. Solitude was all that was left in a vibrant world of color and life. Why hope?

Wait for the inevitable.