sixty six

her weak and thin arms are like twigs, but her will has been proven by storms.
being alive after this - is a big honor, but she would rather not.
this journey began really long ago, but it feels like a first time every morning,
and she's nearing the end, it's over, just wait.
but where's the excitement?

she looks behind, her imagination's drawing dead corpses and rivers of blood.
ignoring the fact that she ain't guilty, it feels like she is.
"oh Aileen, are you there? you're dreaming about this again?"
"stop it, remember, it's gone." - she hears it for the fifth time that day.
but feels like it's a lie.

the bus is just standing and ready to go any second.
the door is not closed and they can escape. and they don't, that was obvious.
the second she walks right inside felt like a blessing from gods.
with relief she just took random seat, leaned back, closed her eyes,
and there's nothing in mind.

silence, this voice now went silent. left her to rest from the fight.
the fight of the strongest, the fight that would end up this war.
and who is the winner? no matter, you just need to know that is over.
at least, the fear of the misery now fades far away.
and the smile on her face is the final "goodbye".