A dark tunnel leads to nothingness.
Its entrance concealed.
Once entered,
there's no going back.
Where is the tunnel?
Is it in the forest behind town?
Questions race through Linda's mind.
Should she search for the entrance?
The tall trees tower over her.
Leaves blow in a circle.
The circle tightens
And so does Linda's throat.
THE DEAD GAME
sundxwn:
Gullfoss in Winter Sun by
Peter Negatsch
The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.
