THE TREES

 

THE TREES

Their fingers clasped tightly,

keeping the light out

and intruders in.

Paths snake through the brush,

leading in endless circles.

The darkness envelopes us,

holding us close to its dark heart.

No way out of this forest,

lost in the labyrinth of despair.

Waiting for The Dead and gone,

who hold our lives in their evil hands.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

HARD CHOICES

Hard choices.

Which one to choose?

Both lead to darkness

and despair.

Some decisions don’t

offer happy endings.

But we are forced to choose.

Which one?

What to do?

Such is life.

Close your eyes and pick one.

Happy trails.

MOVE AT YOUR OWN PACE

Turn one block.

They all turn.

At the same time.

In the same way.

Just like people,

who follow one person.

At the same time.

In the same way.

How boring.

How useless.

If we moved in our

own unique ways,

life would be more interesting.

People would be more interesting.

FILL THE PAGES

 

Fill in the pages.

Fill the pages with

words and stories.

The world does not

have to be dark.

It does not have to be dreary.

We do not have to be alone.

We need to fill our lives with

people and events.

Stories to tell our children.

Words to light our paths.

No hovering in the darkness,

waiting for our time to come to an end.

But we need to stand in the light

and enjoy life.

It is short and precious.

But it is our right to fill in the pages.