WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

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THE END IS NEAR

THE END IS NEAR

“Life goes on,
But how can I?”

Lost in her suffering in a town of despair,
Linda knows not how to release herself from here.

She gazes out at the big bright moon,
Knowing full well what it will bring soon.

“Please save us from the evil forces at bay.
We can’t live through this for even one more day.

Will this night be the same as all the rest,
Fleeing through the night at someone’s behest?

Will we ever be safe again in our beds,
To lie down asleep and rest our weary heads?

I see the light in the distance.
We can offer no resistance.

They are here for us all.
This night the town will fall.”

 
THE DEAD GAME

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

DARK WOODS

 

 

The wind whispers, ” Hello,”

to whom I don’t know.

I quicken my pace

to get out of this place.

Under the trees, I run

to a place in the sun.

I was at the beach,

within close reach.

But now I race in fear

that I’ll be found here.

“Take me out of here,”

I run fast in fear.

THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR

 

 

Anguish is my sole friend.

Tentacles wrap me close

with its wiry arms of despair.

The day holds no easement for my pain.

The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.

The night brings forth the proud moon

that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.

Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.

Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.

One more minute before I join the others.

The ones who search for the white reflection

in the cold depths below.

QUICKSAND

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

THE RAINBOW

 

THE RAINBOW

Some days can be heartless.

Some days cruel.

Bringing sorrow and tears.

Bringing you down to your knees.

Until you give up hope.

Give up on your dreams.

Refuse to lift your head.

Refuse to face another day.

And then comes the rainbow.