OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME —

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

I can’t escape them,
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.

My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.

I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within.
Free from the despair and agony. 

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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.

 

WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits dark and empty.
Who will visit its dark rooms?
Will someone ever sit on the chair
to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?
Spirits walk the long hallways.
Waiting for company.
Waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house once again.
Is it so much for them to ask?
Why is it so hard to find new owners?
How much longer must they wait?
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.