ALONE IN THE DARK


I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

 

 

PINK

 

A touch of pink at night.

I do not need much light.

I bud in the dark.

My spot in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

I am hiding.

I am shy.

I am camouflaged.

No one will ever find me.

Except for maybe the fly,

who insists on buzzing around me.

The sun has spotted my spots

with its rays of sunshine.

The bird is eying me with 

its black eyes.

But otherwise,

I’m safely hidden from sight.

Hidden from humans.

What am I?

Could you tell what I am?

A HOLE IN THE WOODS

 

 

A HOLE IN THE WOODS

 

A  circle of fear.

We mustn’t go near.

It calls in the night.

A harrowing sight.

Pebbles and dirt are pulled in.

It offers a deadly sin.

The Dead are waiting inside.

I’m going to run and hide.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK

“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of  pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.