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.

A SAD SONG

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I won’t be here to say,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

 

How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

 

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

 

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

 

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.

 

DARKNESS MY ONLY FRIEND

 

A moonlit garden.

Rose bushes follow

the meandering paths.

Wind rustles the leaves

of the towering oak trees.

The guests are inside.

Dancing to the music.

Twirling around the dance floor.

Darkness is my friend.

It waits in the shadows.

I walk farther from the house.

A cry breaks through the silence.

I look up.

A clearing ahead

holds statues.

One is bent over.

Crying.

Tears falling on white stone.

She lifts her head.

Darkness descends at last.

THE DEAD GAME

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