DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

WINTER SUN

sundxwnGullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch

 

The winter sun is rising.

Releasing its stored energy.

Cracking the frozen ground wide open.

Creating a dark hole.

A hole reaching down

into emptiness.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only nothingness.

The sun feels good

on my face.

The snow feels less cold

and forbidding.

The light is calling me

away from the darkness.

I will listen to it.

I will go toward it.

Away from the gaping hole

and empty dreams.

To the light of a new day.

Good morning world.

REFUSE TO SEE

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I refuse to see his face.

I refuse to face the truth.

He is evil inside.

A walker of the night.

Who brings death.

Destruction to our town.

But still I refuse to see.

To face the ugly truth.

His beauty hides his darkness.

His emptiness inside.

THE DEAD GAME

WINTER SUN

sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch

The winter sun is rising.

Releasing its stored energy.

Cracking the frozen ground wide open.

Creating a dark hole.

A hole reaching down

into emptiness.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only nothingness.

The sun feels good

on my face.

The snow feels less cold

and forbidding.

The light is calling me

away from the darkness.

I will listen to it.

I will go toward it.

Away from the gaping hole

and empty dreams.

To the light of a new day.

Good morning world.

THE LOST ROOM

THE LOST ROOM

 

Luminaire<br /> THE CRYSTAL CHANDELIER<br /> HANGS OVER THE DARK ROOM.<br /> A ROOM THAT WAS ONCE ALIVE<br /> WITH MUSIC AND DANCING.<br /> NOW IT’S A DARK ROOM<br /> FULL OF OLD SHADOWS AND<br /> SOME NEW, UNUSUAL SHADOWS.<br /> COME VISIT END HOUSE AT OASIS,<br /> A HOUSE FULL OF MEMORIES OF<br /> ITS VIBRANT PAST.<br /> THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

Luminaire

THE CRYSTAL CHANDELIER

HANGS OVER THE DARK ROOM.

A ROOM THAT WAS ONCE ALIVE

WITH MUSIC AND DANCING.

NOW IT’S A DARK ROOM

FULL OF OLD SHADOWS AND

SOME NEW, UNUSUAL SHADOWS.

COME VISIT END HOUSE AT OASIS,

A HOUSE FULL OF MEMORIES OF

ITS VIBRANT PAST.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

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