Expose the bone
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Eyes.
Expressions.
Feelings.
Faces.
Which is the true one?
Expose the bone
Flickr | DeviantArt
Eyes.
Expressions.
Feelings.
Faces.
Which is the true one?
“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.
Lost in a field of daisies.
Falling between the stalks.
Covered by their leaves.
Pulled down by their roots.
Darkness buries me.
Dirt envelopes me.
Illusion becomes reality.
A nightmare becomes hell.
No way out for me.
Only the faces of daisies.
THE DEAD love their games.
THE DEAD GAME
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ROCKS
I wade in the cold,
waves up to my waist.
Rocks loom before me,
victims of the raging sea.
Honed to perfection,
faces to the sky.
They stand in silence
as I join their line.
I wade in the cold,
Waves up to my waist.
Rocks loom before me,
Victims of the sea.
Honed to perfection,
Faces to the sky.
They stand in silence
As I join their line.
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Shine down on us.
Give us warmth.
Hope.
Faces to the sky.
To receive your light.
Through the clouds.
Through the darkest nights.
Give us hope.
ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Shine down upon us.
Warm our leafy bodies.
Light up our faces.
Brighten our days.
Each day we wait for you
To come out and play.