A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second.
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.
Imprisoned beneath the earth.
Trapped for centuries.
A family lost to darkness.
Stuck between worlds.
For eternity.
Only one could save them.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
I see men
Walking
In the cold
Coming closer to my home.
Snow swirls around them.
Feet crunch on ice.
Four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view.
I must run.
I must hide.
Four men.
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
but feel its long shadow.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
No one sees me.
No one cares.
I am alone.
I am lost.
I am no one.
Dreary.
Wet.
Dark.
Alone.
Inside.
Quiet.
Dry.
Safe.
