SIT ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of...

 

SIT ALONE IN THE DARK


“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

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THE QUESTION

 

What is reality?

Do we see what is

actually around us?

Or is there a another reality?

A reality that we can’t see;

that we aren’t ready to see yet.

Will it ever come into focus?

Into a clarity that will reveal all.

The reason for our existence.

The reason for the world

as we know it.

Look closer.

Peer through the murkiness.

Find your own reality.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

15turchia

Some days you want to escape.

To a place far away.

Meet new people.

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door.

See if the grass is greener.

On the other side.

Most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier.

It might not be holding any answers.

Home might have had the answers all along. 

ENDLESS PILE

 

Pebbles float in the water.

Too many pebbles to count.

The sea holds mystery for me.

It offers freedom from the grind.

It may hold the answers I seek.

I will join the floating pebbles.

Add one more to the endless pile.

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THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

 

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

Life takes us on a ride.

A path with no guide.

A ride for no rhyme or reason.

A circle with no side.

 

A path deep into the jungle.

People passing along the way.

Traps to trip us up.

Lurking demons held at bay.

 

The end leaves us with more questions.

Not answered along the way.

A destination with no purpose.

No clarification for our stay.

 

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 15

A dark tunnel leading to nothingness.
Its entrance cleverly concealed
By our town.
Once entered,
There’s no going back.

A town,
Where time stands still,
Where time listens to no one.
Its will drives us on.

Where is the secret entrance?
Beyond which door?
Could be the door to End House.
Or maybe the door of the villagers.

A strange door the villagers have.
A door that opens to any fantasy.
Controlled by whom?
By the village sheriff.
But who really owns this door?

Questions race around Linda’s mind.
Round and round they go.
Should she search for the door?
Will it provide her answers?

Shadows cast by the trees
Tower over her.
The forest takes on a grim look.
Its features darkening and lengthening.

She should leave right now
While there’s still some light.
But she must find the door.
The door will answer all.

A twig snaps.
Leaves blow in a circle.
The circle tightens
And so does Linda’s throat.

THE DEAD GAME

DOOR TO NOWHERE

15turchia

Some days you want to escape

to a place far away.

Meet new people,

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door

to see if the grass is greener

on the other side.

But most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier

might not be holding the answers to your dreams.

Home may be the place that has had the answers all along.