THIS WALL

 

 

THIS WALL

 

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

 

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

 

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

 

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

 

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

THIS WALL

THE WALL

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THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

FURY

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The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

TO A TOWN NEAR YOU

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Ocean and Beach Posts

 

Paradise waits for us.

A perfect oasis.

Waves cascade onto the beach.

Guests lounge around

the hotel’s swimming pool.

Quaint stores dot Main Street.

Life is beautiful.

Until night comes.

Waves hit the shore

with their increasing fury.

The sun bows out.

The moon takes its place.

The night brings The Dead walking

into a town near you.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE SEAS

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

COME TO ME

 

Wash Away

 

COME TO ME

I am waiting.

No wind will fall me.

No wave will take me.

Evil takes many forms.

One of its own is coming.

The deadliest.

The cruelest.

The leader of The Dead.

He waits for no one.

But I wait for him.

The winds will rage.

The ocean will roar.

A quiet will descend.

The end has come.

The battle between good and evil.

THE DEAD GAME will be played no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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