ALONE

leirelatent:
“ Alison Scarpulla
”
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.

 

leirelatent:

Alison Scarpulla

 

ALONE

Alone with my thoughts.

Lost in my dreams.

A deserted forest.

Empty of people.

Devoid of sound.

No movement.

No sunlight.

Only endless trees.

Where my thoughts ring

loud and clear.

 

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Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

HEAR THE WHISPERS

 

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The peace.

The quiet.

The silence.

The hush of the hallways.

The smell of books.

The taunt of knowledge.

Sit at a table.

Sit by the stacks.

Sit in the corner.

Feel the adventure.

Live the history.

Learn about life.

ALONE

 

Alone can be refreshing,

A walk in the cold snow.

Lonely can be depressing,

A silence that hits you low.

 

Can we distinguish between the two,

As we listen to our heart’s song?

Our time alone is so rare and few,

Refreshing until it feels wrong.

 

At this moment I feel alive,

Alone but not lonely in my own place.

My dark spirit yearns to survive,

As I raise my happy face.

DUST IN THE WIND

 

I’m alone

Beneath a tree

In a garden.

No sounds

But birds chirping.

The smell of grass

in the warm air.

What is that sound?

The wind rustling the leaves.

Beautiful.

Relaxing.

Perfect.

The sun retreats.

 

Footsteps draw near.

Too dark to see who it is.

It can’t be.

I’m now dust in the wind.

THE ABYSS

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Falling.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Into the abyss.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only hands.

Reach for me.

 

I can’t grab onto the walls.

They’re too slippery.

My fingers slide down.

Is there an end,

Or even a bottom?

Will I be falling forever?

Down, down I go.

Into the abyss.

No more worries.

No more thoughts.

Just the abyss.

THE DEAD GAME  by Susanne Leist

THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

SILENCE

Hallway

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
It soon follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Coming closer.
It’s now moving rapidly
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes
And stand firm.
The darkness descends.

THE SWAMP

Swamp
moody-nature
IMG_4842 // By Robert Guimont

THE SWAMP

The swamp holds mysteries,

Silence within its barren domain.

Eyes peek through the sheer surface,

Hinting at the dangers lurking below.

Lacking is the bird’s song of twilight.

Missing is the rustle through the brush.

Silence holds us in its thrall,

Cold fingers clasping around my neck.

Humid air coats my mottled body,

Mutilated by blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The path teases my mind’s eye,

Offering a way out of this hellhole.

I hack at the dried branches,

Threatening to leave me with one eye.

I’ve reached the end of my journey

As my feet sink in the quicksand of despair.

WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

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Wait for the night.

To darken the sky.

In deep shades of red.

To purples fading to black.

Silence follows on gossamer wings.

To quiet uneasy heartbeats.

To soothe roaming beasts.

Wait for the night.

To bring a dark veil on activities.

To unfurl the roaring waves.

Silence is here.

And so is the night.