Short poem about Ziva's time in Somalia. It wasn't actually written to depict this but it fit rather nicely in my opinion.

-LOST-

Choking for breath,

Gasping for air.

How did this happen?

It doesn't seem fair.

The air is stifling

But her body feels cold

She shivers through days

But she doesn't feel bold.

She feels limited now,

Something unseen.

She doesn't understand this,

She feels so unclean.

She was once so strong,

But now she feels weak.

They've torn down her walls

They made her so meek.

She's given up hope,

She greatly despairs.

She wants this to end,

She no longer cares.

Her body is mangled,

Bloody and bruised.

Her mind is a mess,

Thoughts so unused.

She is lost now,

To herself and to more.

She will never get out,

Of that she is sure.

And there you go. My first ever fanfiction-poem. :]

Thoughts are welcome.