Sunday, January 14, 2018

THE PAST



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THE PAST
I think back to times gone by,
when I could still soar and fly.
I took life by its horns.
I knew not of the thorns.
Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.
I jumped in too fast with both feet.
Our love burned bright and hot,
But soon he loved me not.
Hurt, I married another.
Why do I even bother?
Such feelings serve no  purpose
than allow past thoughts resurface.
Does he think of me sometimes?
I still do, at these sad times.

THE CANDLES ON THESE WALLS




The candles on these walls
throw shadows down the halls.
Shadows that float in the air,
horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,
my insides begin to quake.
Gargoyles stare at us from above,
I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.
I follow along, lost in a daze.
I ask, “How do we get out of here?”
My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?
I look down at all the blood.
It flows from the indoor pool.
As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.
There’s nothing else I want to see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A SNOWFLAKE






A snowflake.
Each one is different.
Unique.
Created by nature.
For us.
This snowflake is 
a gift for me
from someone
who is unique
in her own way.
My daughter.
The perfect gift.
Thank you.

DARKNESS DESCENDS





Darkness descends this night.
Slithering through the grass,
It prepares for the fight.
A fight to the death for some,
For others a fight for what’s right.
The town waits with bated breath,
The sides position for the fight.
The evil one leads the way,
A greater force held at bay.
He walks into the clearing,
Soon others will join the fray.
He has come for me this night,
A shadowy form flits by.
It takes on his dreaded form,
Scooping me up to the sky.
We fly high above it all,
Rooftops passing in a rush.
I soon find myself falling
And landing in the thick brush.
I wake up in my own bed,
Happy I’m alive and free.
I fear for the dreaded night
When Wolf does come for me.
THE DEAD GAME

LOST IN THE RAIN






Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.

A SECRET PLACE






A secret place
To call your own.
To think or
Perhaps to dream.
Of better times.
Of a better life.
A place to escape
From the darkness
Of your mind.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL






Life is beautiful.
Take a breath
And look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
In each and every insect.
Beauty all around us
And in us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.