Staring

She stood there staring at the deseased,
blood in her hands with a pale face,
All she did was stare endlessly at the oblivion,
as her soul cried desperately for help,
Only her eyes depicted the wretching pain she felt.

It was the end of the world,
havoc, disease, pest-striken people,
all forgotten like flocks of lamb,
wardering endlessly till the ends of time,
only a desolate soul with dried eyes deprived of tears.