Source:slobbering
The mask has cracked.
I can’t keep it together.
A fight to be perfect.
A battle to be accepted.
The mask has cracked.
Game over.
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MASK
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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.
THE END
Just when you think it’s safe
to step out from your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have finally subsided.
When all is quiet.
You put your foot down,
and then you realize that
it is not yet over.
THE END
THE END IS HERE
They fly against the windows.
Trying to enter the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
THE DEAD GAME
THE SEARCH
Source:artizan3
THE SEARCH
In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
A search until morning light.
We hold firm with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before the night ends, shuts the door.
We need to find her before it’s too late.
We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.
A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.
It must be her alone in the park.
The light shines on her pretty face.
She sees us and picks up her pace.
She is crying and laughing at the same time,
A perfect ending to this story of mine.
A RIDE ON THE WILD SIDE
A ride to hell and back.
I will sit in the back.
We fly through the night air.
Sound barriers we tear.
Demons fly by our side.
I have nowhere to hide.
They take us to their lair.
I’m pulled hard by my hair.
Life is over for me.
I’ll never be set free.
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
by sannalinn
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Life takes us on a ride.
A path with no guide.
A ride for no rhyme or reason.
A circle with no side.
A path deep into the jungle.
People passing along the way.
Traps to trip us up.
Lurking demons held at bay.
The end leaves us with more questions.
Not answered along the way.
A destination with no purpose.
No clarification for our stay.
THE ABYSS
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
TURNING
Earth spins.
Life passes.
The sun rises.
The sun sets.
Seasons pass.
A ride too quick.
Too fast.
No stops.
The end comes.
Too soon.
FLY OFF THE ROCKS
Source:pineapple-princesss
We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way down the shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help will be on the way.
We can’t return to End House.
Evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
No way are we going back.
Come and take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
We’ll soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Flying creatures above.
Time is now or never.
For us to take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
