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.

FACE THE FIRE

Round and round we must go.

Our fantasies take us higher.

Will we meet friend or foe?

Take the ride and face the fire.

THE DEAD GAME

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ESCAPE

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ESCAPE

Run to the exit.

Escape this farce.

Ignore the grinning faces,

the clinging arms.

Breathe the fresh air.

Let no one stop you.

MY PATH SO NARROW

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I stroll through the fallen leaves,

a translucent green beneath my feet.

Red branches bring me shade,

protecting me from the harsh sun.

I walk alone through the silent forest,

no one to bring me pain or sorrow.

Alone is what I desire most

as I follow my path so narrow.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

Let’s take the road to nowhere.

Anywhere but here.

Far, far away.

Somewhere else to stay.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

The end of the journey

where the sea runs red,

the nights grow long,

dark shadows roam free,

and The Dead come to play.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

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WALK ALONE

WALK ALONE

We walk alone.

We may ask for help,

but no one understands our grief.

No one carries our problems.

This is a journey

we must do alone.

I WALK

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Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

FILL THE PAGES

Fill the pages with

words and stories.

Fill our lives with

people and events.

Stories to tell our children.

Words to light our journey.

Life is short and precious.

It is our right to fill in the pages.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue.

The view waits for me.

A few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the sky.

The colors take my breath away.

SILENCE

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

THE DEAD GAME

READY, SET, GO

We’re moving faster.

We’re getting closer.

It waits

Patiently.

We can’t stop.

We have no control.

When the time comes,

We must be ready.

THE JOURNEY

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.