THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 THE FALLEN

Tree branches bend,

scarred by age.

Beaten by the storm,

many hit the ground

amid piles of leaves.

Without a proper burial,

no one mourns their loss.

The fallen won’t be forgotten

as replacements take root

in the shade of the tall trees.

Sunshine filters through the forest,

lighting the way for the future.

MY FACE

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Gone for good.

My identity is gone.

My uniqueness.

My face.

FORGOTTEN

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Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.

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.

The last part of her life

was spent in a nursing home,

suffering from dementia.

Life can be cruel.

Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

whitechapelwitch:

»x«

We are coming!
We are coming to a town near you.
To the seaside town of Oasis,
with its sparkling clear sky
and pink-sand beaches.
A town with pretty shops and friendly residents.
But beware of the night!
For we will be there.
To walk the night.
To leave our dead
along your quiet beaches.
When morning comes,
we will be gone but not forgotten.
For we will return!
THE DEAD GAME
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