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Blackness calls.
It beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip me.
Fish surround.
Cold depths.
Laughter rains.
A cold hell.
I am lost.
I AM LOST
blackness
REFLECTIONS
Reflections from above
surround me like a glove.
Hues of purple and pink
make me ponder and think.
I lift my face high
to the starry sky.
What is the reason I am here?
Why do I live my life in fear?
Questions in my mind
seek what I can’t find.
A shooting star streaks by.
“Is this my answer?” I sigh.
A bird perches near my arm.
I jump in fear and alarm.
Its black eyes stare back at me
and with a wink, it flies free.
I am alone with the night
with the moon at its full height.
My fear falls away like a cloak.
I begin to cry with a choke.
The bird has shown me a place
where I can reveal my face.
A DARK COCOON
The moon passes the sun.
Morning bows out, all done.
Darkness unveils its grim poker hand
to the drum beat of the marching band.
A moment of blackness
brings fears of more darkness.
What if your life was all dark?
The sun never lefts its mark.
The mornings and nights the same,
bringing you mountains of pain.
No relief from the bleak cocoon
like digging your grave with a spoon.
Years fade and turn to dust,
your memory goes bust.
Trapped in walls of despair,
without holes for the air.
Is this living or not?
She is stuck in one spot.
Too afraid to venture outside,
a further blow to her lost pride.
She hides in the nursing home,
where she reaches for the phone.
“Help me,” she cries out.
No one can help out.
Lost in her dark cocoon,
where she fits like a spoon.
Waiting for death to take its flight
to a better place in the light.
BENEATH IT ALL
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Waves crashing.
Fins stalking.
Birds crying.
Sun glaring.
Head sinking.
Darkness approaching.
A soothing quiet.
A wet blackness.
A quiet void.
Beneath it all.
THE DEEP
THE DEEP
The water sparkles.
A bottomless pit.
Shadows of tree limbs
drift along its murky surface.
It snatches pieces of debris
on its journey down river.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
fall into its dark abyss.
Something is moving.
A hand.
Reaches for me.
An inky black hand.
What should I do?
Wait.
Two arms.
A dark figure
emerges from the water.
Too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping inky slime.
It roars.
It walks toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.
More roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising.
Is this real?
Am I dreaming?
All becomes quiet.
No roaring.
What happened?
“What are you doing?”
I turn around.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
My friends stare back at me.
I’m blocking a horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.
DROWNING
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Lost.
Drowning in despair.
Falling deeper.
Wanting to let go.
Sinking to the bottom.
Head will soon be submerged.
No fight left.
No will to go on.
Let the darkness take me.
Into its arms I go willingly.
Ready to surrender.
To its everlasting blackness.
BLACKNESS
Blackness beckons.
Floating in green.
Cocooned in coldness.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below me.
A cold hell for me.
THE DEAD GAME
SILENCE
Waves crashing.
Fins stalking.
Birds crying.
Sun glaring.
Head sinking.
Darkness approaching.
A soothing quiet.
A wet blackness.
A quiet void.
Beneath it all.
FROM THE DEEP
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What is this?
It could be a pool of water.
A pool so dark and deep
that it has no bottom.
Shadows of tree limbs float
along its murky surface.
The water flows along the river bank,
snatching pieces of debris
along the way.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
All fall into its dark abyss.
Never to be seen again.
What lies beneath?
Can you hear it rumbling?
Something is moving in the deep.
It looks like a hand.
It’s reaching for me.
An inky black hand.
Should I grab hold of it?
It might belong to a person.
Or maybe not.
It could belong to a creature.
What should I do?
Wait.
I can see two arms.
A dark figure is rising from the water.
It’s too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping with inky slime.
It roars.
My ears hurt.
It lifts its feet from the murkiness
and begins to walk toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.
I hear more roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising from the deep.
How could this be happening?
Is this real?
Or am I hallucinating?
Maybe I’m dreaming.
Then all becomes quiet.
I can’t hear anything.
No roaring.
None of the sounds
of the river bank.
What happened?
“What are you doing?”
I turn around and
see my friends.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
I seem to be blocking
the horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel ashamed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.
DANGLING HORROR
DANGLING HORROR
It dangles before me.
A horror to be felt.
All consuming.
Almost tasted.
Walls closing in.
Becoming a coffin.
My fears circle round.
Waiting to be unleashed.
Darkness holds me in place.
Stiff as a corpse.
A tiny dot of light.
Showing me the way.
A peek at my tormentor.
A glimpse of hell.
SUSANNE LEIST 