LOST

 

Lost to a world of death.

Far beneath the earth.

Trapped for centuries.

Never seeing the light.

Night never turning into day.

A family lost to the dark.

Driven crazy by despair.

Locked in dark chambers.

For eternity.

Lost to the world of the damned.

Only one could save them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FORGOTTEN

 

 

Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.

A GHOST OF ME

 

A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second. 
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.