WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

 

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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RISING FROM THE DEEP

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From under the sea

they have come for me.

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam,

looking for a new home.

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Bloodthirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

💔PREY FOR THE DEAD💔

ALONE WITH NATURE

 

 

Alone with nature,

a feeling like no other.

A sky filled with birds,

purple with the fading sun.

Sea breezes wrap around me,

cocooning me with their mist.

Life stands still for this picture,

a glimpse of heaven from above.

WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?

 

 

I gaze at the night sky

at the bright lights so high.

Will my wishes come true?

Will I ever see you?

 

You appear in my dreams each night.

I yearn to have you in my sight.

I haven’t seen you for years.

But you’re always in my tears.

 

Would we have had a good life,

one without sadness and strife?

I won’t be able to ask you this.

I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.

 

I must be content with my dreams

as my life crumbles at the seams.

I keep my memories close inside.

Of my love, I have no need to hide.

STARRY NIGHT