Let’s take the road to nowhere.
Anywhere but here.
Far, far away.
Somewhere else to stay.
help
THE MANNEQUINS
The mannequins are alive!
Their eyes follow me.
They taunt me.
I’ll use the fireplace poker.
They’ll never follow me again.
And I’ll be free.
No!
Its arm is still moving!
ANGELS BELOW
I must escape this hell.
where The Dead trap me,
try to snare me
with their evil ways.
I must find a way out
of this dungeon
to the world above.
The angels will show the way.
Angels above,
angels below,
please help me.
THE DEAD GAME
GONDOLIER
coiour-my-world:
“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin
The clouds touch the water.
Pink merges with green.
Crooked tree prays for help.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone.
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world so close.
Too bad it can’t be seen.
THE HALLWAY
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
It calls to me.
Green lights the way.
Doors open and close.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
Step by painstaking step.
I peer into a room.
A bed in an empty room.
The next room holds a wheelchair.
It turns.
Empty.
A green light glows.
From the room ahead.
Sounds of voices.
I move closer.
Until I can see inside.
Surgery is being performed.
On a skeleton.
By smiling people.
People who fade in and out.
Ghosts.
Time for me to leave.
I’m on the bed.
The ghost are looking down.
At me.
Too late.
BALL OF DESPAIR
art:
blue01
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.
HELP
FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these demons from hell?
Their features I cannot tell.
I fall to the rocks below.
“Help” is all I can bellow.
THE DEAD GAME
BURIED ALIVE
Source:pareidoliaaa
I’ve been buried in the dirt.
At least I had on a shirt.
Who did this to me?
I can’t even see.
Sand fills my mouth and my eyes.
I won’t tell you any lies.
Don’t deserve to be in the sand.
So now give me a helping hand.
help me
Little guy being rescued after trying to cross the highway in Ecuador.
IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN
How sad is this statue?
Tears dripping down its body.
It sits alone in the garden.
A heart frozen to its core.
Its eyes closed in sadness.
For a savior long and gone.
It sits alone in the garden.
Waiting for help from beyond.
Tears fall ever so slowly.
Freezing close to the ground.
It sits alone in the garden.
Its silent sighs in the wind.
It bows its head in prayer.
For a savior not found.
It sits alone in the garden.
No one else around.
SUSANNE LEIST 