A KEYHOLE

 

 

 

A thin strip of light

Filtered by our minds.

Permission granted by our eyes

To selected sights and sounds.

A narrow keyhole to the universe.

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. 

 

 

LIGHTNING STRIKES

Source:boy-so-pale

 

 

Lightning hits the water

with long fingers so fine.

 

It glistens in the sky

with its curvaceous spine.

 

Sizzle goes the sound,

electric in the air.

 

It crisscrosses the sky

with its own savoir-faire.

ALONE

Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen}

 

A walk alone

In the dark,

In the cold,

Through the trees,

Beneath the falling snow

And the sparkling stars.

No voices,

No noises,

Only clean, fresh air

And you.

 

THE BEAT

 (Source: thisiscolossal.com)

 

 

Swoosh goes the record,

Swirling to its beat.

Sounds flowing through me,

Can you feel its heat?

Mesmerized by it,

I can’t seem to move.

As it turns and turns

I’m caught in its groove.

 

 

WE LOVE TO DANCE

Source:king-of-the-scumbunnies 

 

We love to dance.

To the pounding music.

To the sounds of the night.

To the darkness.

To the end.

To The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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SWOOSH

Source:thisiscolossal.co

 

 

Swoosh goes the record.

Swirling to its own beat.

Sounds flowing to you.

Can you feel its heat?