IT IS HERE

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved 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.

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.

THE SIREN CALLS

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It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

 

LOST IN THE STORM

 

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The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness coats the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Strands of hair fly in the wind.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

I feel it.

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Let it take me to its depths.

I spread my arms,

Lift my head high.

I let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity,

Lost to the rushing wind,

Prisoner of the ultimate despair,

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To a heavenly place beyond.

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.

DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT

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I’m drowning in a pool of water

in the basement of End House

Can this be an illusion?

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

THE DEEP

 

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♕ Luxury and Life ♕

 

BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

 

BALL OF DESPAIR

 

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Artist: Malay Bargali

 

A ball of despair.

Lost in thoughts.

Drowning in sorrows.

Waiting for help.

All is for naught.

No help comes

For those who wait.

No one will fix us.

No one but ourselves.

 

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.