what we feel in our hearts.
As the day comes to an end,
we must face the night.
Turn not your face away.
Dare not take a step back.
Bear the brunt of the red moon
as it burns through your empty soul.
depths
IT IS HERE
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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
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How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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I MUST SLEEP
I’ve fallen
to the depths
of my despair.
I must rest and
replenish my spirit,
revitalize my soul.
I will stand,
climb once more,
try to resume my life.
But first, I must sleep.
FALLING
A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
beneath the surface.
I am falling.
No one to catch me.
But cold wetness.
I WALK
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Purple sprays my face.
Orange blinds my eyes.
Ice coats my toes.
Salt whips my hair.
I shut my eyes and walk.
My heels dig into the wet sand.
I move deeper into the water.
Waves attack my shivering body.
I waver for a moment.
Then I continue my journey.
I slit my eyes open.
The sky burns red.
The sun has lowered its face.
I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.
Time to return to the shore.
Or not.
I continue to walk.
I WILL SURVIVE
Water surrounds me.
Icy water.
I’m pulled deeper.
Waves drag me
from the shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
My head above the water,
I will survive.
FORCE OF NATURE
FORCE OF NATURE
No greater force.
No remorse.
No stopping.
Not by a mountain
Nor by man.
DARKNESS
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Alice Svane
The darkness approaches.
It encroaches.
We’re cocooned in its shell.
Hidden in its depths.
Lost in its silence.
I will close my shutters.
Shut my windows.
But it still enters.
A COLD HELL
Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
I AM LOST
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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.
SUSANNE LEIST 