Floating in the dark of night
After the birds take flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone,
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they step up their pace.
Flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
Night turns into day,
Day turns into night.
I feel myself sway,
As I hold onto the light.
The night numbs me,
Frighteningly cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer the day
When the sun shines.
The night can be fey,
Dark streaking the pines.
Night turns into day.
Day turns into night.
Days become gray,
I have no more
strength to fight.
The trees of the forest shake,
their limbs fearing the next quake.
Their thick trunks glisten in white,
with tears frozen from their plight.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a tree trunk and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind will blow.
I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:frenzyy
Color my world in shades of pink,
so long as I don’t have to think.
Brush more color in strokes of blue,
so I don’t have to think of you.
Add a mist of dark green
until I’m ready to scream.
Throw more colors at me,
but I know what I’ll see.
A world faded to black
until I get you back.
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
Broken.
Silenced forever.
Say a prayer for me.
HAIKU OF GOODBYE
The galaxy shines.
In awe of the human race.
It makes my heart race.
I cannot see far.
But I know what is right here.
It’s not far from here.
Heaven covers us.
Protects above and below.
To it, I must go.
Goodbye to my friends.
Time comes to an abrupt end.
I shine for each friend.
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.
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
Boats drift on the water.
A cat meows.
Footsteps hit closer.
Noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps echo louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
More steps.
I turn.
A flash of light.
Footsteps halt.
A boat sits in the dark water,
Filled with flowers
And my true love.
SUSANNE LEIST 