I WALK ALONE

I Walk Alone
Source: f0r-you

I WALK ALONE

I walk alone each night.

Far from my bed, I roam.

I cannot fall asleep.

I wander far from home.

The moon is my lone shadow.

My only company as I walk.

I keep my eyes to the ground.

I have no one with whom to talk.

I shiver from the cold wind.

My fingers are tinged blue.

I seldom pass anyone.

Strangers are far and few.

My journey ends at your door.

No courage to ring the bell.

I stand across the street.

As I ponder my own hell.

SOLITUDE


SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.It can be easily misunderstood.To be all alone with no one else around.You can do this in the air or on the ground.You can sail off in the blue sea,Or hop on a plane without me.We can all use some time alone.Without T.V. or telephone.Time to think about your goal.You will come back feeling whole.

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 15

A dark tunnel leading to nothingness.
Its entrance cleverly concealed
By our town.
Once entered,
There’s no going back.

A town,
Where time stands still,
Where time listens to no one.
Its will drives us on.

Where is the secret entrance?
Beyond which door?
Could be the door to End House.
Or maybe the door of the villagers.

A strange door the villagers have.
A door that opens to any fantasy.
Controlled by whom?
By the village sheriff.
But who really owns this door?

Questions race around Linda’s mind.
Round and round they go.
Should she search for the door?
Will it provide her answers?

Shadows cast by the trees
Tower over her.
The forest takes on a grim look.
Its features darkening and lengthening.

She should leave right now
While there’s still some light.
But she must find the door.
The door will answer all.

A twig snaps.
Leaves blow in a circle.
The circle tightens
And so does Linda’s throat.

THE DEAD GAME