NO STRENGTH TO FIGHT

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View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

 

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

 

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

 

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

TEARS

Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody  Paintings: Oil on Canvas

 

 

I cry in the morning.

I cry into the night.

Tears to fill an ocean.

I won’t forget the fight.

I will wait each day.

Bow my head and pray.

I know you’ll return to me.

I will never let you free.

 

TEMPT ME

 

He’s back.

How could this be?

I should have known.

He will never rest easy.

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door opens.

He tempts me with sunshine.

His hand reaches for me.

My skin tingles from his touch.

I turn away and

Run from his sweet words.

His spirit envelopes me with coldness.

He whispers promises in my ear.

He will come for me tonight.

He will appear in a new package.

I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

The Dead won’t win.

THE DEAD GAME

STAND AND FIGHT

  

No one can hear 

our screams of fear.

As the clock strikes midnight

we prepare to take flight.

Soon human blood will pour.

There’s nothing left to live for

unless we stand and fight

with all our hearts and might.

THE DEAD GAME

I WILL SURVIVE

 

 

Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.

Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.

Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.

I swim.
I tread water.

I hold my head high
Above water.

I will survive.

WE WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

 

We wait for the night,

dry from the sun,

weak to our roots.

We yearn for moisture,

petals limp,

stems drooping. 

We wait for the night,

for the moonlight

to ease our pain.

We wait for the dew

to quench our thirst,

to replenish our souls.

We wait for the sun

to lift its fiery head

and begin its daily ritual.

We are ready

to face the new day

with arms lifted.