BLEAK

The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s...

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

 

 

SCARED TO DEATH

 

They come in the night.

Take all with their might.

A town scared to death.

From their deadly breath.

I watch the town fall.

Come one and come all.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

 

 

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spot

Where life once stood.

Now inhabited with

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

WINTER BLUES

 

 

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 48

Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.

I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME 



RISE FOR ME

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RISE FOR ME

Will the sun rise today?
Colors of yellow and red.
Glowing inside to its own beat.
Shimmering with heat.
Ready to begin a new day.

Will you rise today?
Bringing light to the dismal world.
Breaking into the darkness.
Shattering the bleakness.
With your bright rays.

Will you rise today for me?
Please do.
For I need you.
I need your light.
Your soul.
Your heavenly body.
Please rise for me today.

HAVEN

  1. buron:The Wood beyond the World (9) ©buron ‘14

    HAVEN

    The woods so bleak.

    A haven you seek.

    Hide deep inside.

    We take no pride.

    Sky no more.

    Grass on the floor.

    Come in deep.

    But please don’t sleep.

    For creatures come out.

    You can hear them shout.

    Rise up and pray.

    Fear not and run away.

    The haven that you seek.

    Plays a game of hide and seek.

    Stay away.

    Far away.

    From this dreaded spot.

    It runs bloody and hot.

    This haven you seek.

    Is not but a game of hide and seek.