ALONE

leirelatent:
“ Alison Scarpulla
”
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.

 

leirelatent:

Alison Scarpulla

ALONE

Alone with my thoughts.

Lost in my dreams.

A deserted forest.

Empty of people.

Devoid of sound.

No movement.

No sunlight.

Only endless trees.

Where my thoughts ring

Loud and clear.

 

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NIGHT

  1.  

    Tigers pace in their cages.

    Waiting to be set free.

    Roars fill the basement.

    Leashes jangle against bars.

    This cannot be happening.

    This cannot be so.

    No way are there tigers

    in the basement below.

     

     

  2.  

    A swarm of bats.

    Circling our heads.

    Nowhere to run.

    Nowhere to hide.

    A cave in a house.

    How can that be?

    In Oasis, Florida,

    Anything can be.

     

     

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    He comes in the night.

    Ready for the fight.

    He’ll slay us alive.

    No one will survive.

    His eyes burn blood red.

    Gleaming in his head.

    He leads The Dead right to me.

    I won’t go on bended knee.

    The creatures will be here.

    Their footsteps are too near.

    I bow my head to pray.

    Let us live one more day.

    THE DEAD GAME

OUT OF THIS FOREST

 

 

 

Take me out of this forest,

Out of this tangled mess.

Away from my demons,

Who haunt me at night.

I can see the light ahead,

A beacon of light shining bright.

A view of sand and ocean,

And better times ahead.

 

A LITTLE MAGIC

 

 

 

A LITTLE MAGIC

All we need is a little magic

to bring our fantasies to life.

A little fairy dust

to capture our hidden desires.

A little sprinkle of pink

to brighten our dreary days.

Puff.

You’re gone.

I’m in fantasy land.

 

THE SNOW IS BLACK

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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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