She came running like a thief in the night
Gasping for breath
She asked every person along the way, "where's the port?"
They told her it is by the sea,
Near the old church with red gate.
She had to run faster but the weight on her back is making her steps slower.
She had to choose.
In the end she let go of her possessions,
as she takes the turn in the street.
She's face to face with the church with the red gate,she stood still for a moment.
Behind the iron fence, she saw the sail of a ship unfurled.
She ran towards the back of the edifice,
few meters is the port.
She has found it, and the ship has sailed away.
Too far away that her voice though loud is carried away by the wind.
Drowned by the waves and the roaring engines.
It's too late.
A short story-poem ish I wrote inspired of a certain thing that happened .
A series.
Nice