I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.
The cries of animals dying.
Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.
Fewer trees dot the landscape.
Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.
Mankind has marked the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
The world twists and turns.
It squeezes us dry like sponges
until we have no strength to fight.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer
and watch the mad parade of colors.
Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.
Red will soon hide the greens and blues.
Madness will descend and replace the stars.
The moon will hide its face from the night.
The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth.
Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.
Twisting, turning, squeezing
until nothing remains of mankind.
I walk alone
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Midnight so dark and blue.
It comes for me and you.
The tides rise to a new height,
hitting the beach with their might.
Clear skies so dark blue.
Clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings night fears,
people running in tears.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
THE DEAD GAME
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My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.
I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.
I’ve been in hell for a week already.
This is not me being mean or petty.
No phone or internet for a week.
I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.
Many hours later, I heard the news.
No one was coming to relieve my blues.
They might return Tuesday or maybe not.
Who needs the internet on days so hot?
“Death to Optimum,” I say.
Time is past for them to pay.
Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.
I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.
A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
It is memorable.
It can be fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers lurk everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE DEAD
have the power.
Only THE DEAD
hold the cure.
Only THE DEAD
know who’s next.
THE DEAD GAME
I gaze from my window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
