Alison Scarpulla
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
Darkness in my soul.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
My thoughts ring
Loud and clear
In this empty void.
Desolate.
Alone.
Empty.
No neighbors.
The wind rattles my walls.
Snow layers my roof.
No peace.
Cold.
Icicles hang low.
A deafening silence.
Will winter end?
Will the horses return?
I wait and hope.
By Rhaevyn Hart
Do you feel empty inside?
You have nothing to offer the world.
No words of wisdom to share.
No pretty pictures to paint.
No music to play.
This isn’t true.
Everyone has something to offer.
Let no one make you feel unimportant.
Each of us has an important role to play.
What is yours?
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
Lost in my own mind.
Thoughts trickle down in torrents,
Leaving behind my empty soul.
Frost turns my lips ice blue.
Ice freezes me in place.
Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.
Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.
Can a picture capture the ocean?
Can it reveal changing colors,
ripples of the waves,
reflections of the deep?
A mirror to the sky.
Hold the picture up high.
The image lies flat and stagnant,
missing the life and energy
of nature’s creations.
Time to party.
The Dead can dance.
They fill the nights
with fun and music.
Cold to the touch.
Empty to their souls.
Following to a beat of their own.
Heartbeats of the warmblooded.
THE DEAD GAME
SING ME A SONG
Sing me a song.
Write me a melody.
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
Until all can hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of far away places
And times long gone.
I close my eyes.
I can still hear your words.
I can see your fingers
Stroking the keys so softly.
The words have taken flight.
They reverberate through time.
They have left your lips
To land in my heart.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty heart.
SUSANNE LEIST 