If there was a point
I’ll tell you
If it was only a game
I’ll tell you
But it’s all a big lie
Told with a wide smile
Upon a grinning face
Of one you call ‘a friend’
Remember-
You are only a tool for my amusement
Let me play with your mind
Let me toy with your body
Let me trifle with your soul
Until you are
Broken and useless
Old and frail
Boring and dead
I will continue to play with you
After all…
You mean nothing
You are nothing
Nothing at all
—–
As Death raced across the dark skies
In its black chariot
Pulled by skeletal horses
With gently flapping leathery wings
And blood red eyes
Staring at the scene before them
Frothing at the mouth
And ravens wake from their sleep
Cawing loudly as they take to the sky
Creating a dark curtain over the full moon
As bats swarm out of their caves
Making unearthly screeches as they pass
And so Death came to a gently sloping hill
With a dead tree on top
Pointing straight to the sky
He landed there,
On the zenith of the pile of corpses
The bony horses pawed the ground restlessly
Snorting softly in the frigid wind
As they waited for their Master
To complete the task at hand
He walks slowly across the battlefield
Covered with the dead
Their eyes glassy
Looking into nothing
Blood
Soaking through their clothing
Quietly dripping onto the ground
Sinking into the mud
Thunder roars
He continues searching
His clawed feet making imprints on the soft dirt
Squishing inaudibly as he makes his way
His blood red eyes seeking for someone
He is the predator
And you are his prey
As he comes toward you at a leisurely pace
What do you do?
Do you panic and try to hide yourself
Even though that is impossible?
Or do you welcome him with open arms
Acknowledging that life pointless?
Or do you watch him without fear
Since it is futile and you must get over it?
As he raises the scythe above your head
It sharp blade glinting in the full moon’s light
And swings it down in one swift stroke
How do you act?
Do you duck your head in submission,
And accept your fate?
Or you remain defiant until the end
Fighting to the last?
Or do you crouch on the ground
Crying, asking if you could be spared?
Death
Is undisputable
It cannot be stopped
It cannot be pushed back
It cannot be deferred
It cannot be rescheduled
BUT it can be
Voluntary, as some people tell you
Chosen, others say
Quickened, or so they claim
What you decide
What you do
Depends on your choices
Choices
That you make
That you believe in
That shape
Your future
Your past
Your present
Everything
That determines who you are
How you think
How you feel
How you express
How you act
How you appear
Who are you?
What choices did you make?
How did they affect your life?
What makes you
YOU
Is not DNA
Is not your environment
It’s your choices
When you face Death
And it ghastly breath and incredibly huge scythe
How will you act?
Do you know?
Or do you wait
And wait
And wait
Until that moment comes
And then you find out?
What happens in life
Is worthless
Unimportant
Isn’t it?
It’s what you leave after your death
What you did
What you achieved
What others remember about you
Death
One word
Five letters
One syllable
One idea
Many interpretations
Many connotations
Many explanations
Everyone makes something different about it
It’s just one
One word
Five letters
One syllable
One idea
Yet it gives rise to so many more
——–
Echoing throughout
Bouncing off the walls
A silent cry of pain
Do you heed it?
Do you even hear it?
A voice full of sadness conainted within….
——
“Forgotten Red Play”
by Richard Lewis
And a single, red, sullen tear falls to the floor.
With a hush, the crowd is silent, and the girl begins to weep.
A figure falls emotionlessly, lifelessly, in what seems to be forever.
Silently, a small lake begins to form from the red tear.
Gently, the girl partially lifts the husk off the ground.
A thin, wooden beacon pierces the girl’s chest.
The girl gasps, crying out for air.
A tender word escapes the girl’s lips.
Composedly, the girl collapses.
Red tears form with red lake to create an ocean.
Stunned, the tears form in the crowd.
One by one, a man stands and claps.
“Encore, Encore!”
————
you have the right to remain silent
to keep everything
hidden
locked
inside your heart
to not tell nayone any of your secrets
to not reveal your true self
because anything you say, teach, tell, can and will be used against you
to blackmail you
to be used as food at the gossiper’s table
to spread rumors that are untrue
stitched together from incomplete false facts
that is why
you have to remain silent
and keep everything
a secret
locked and hidden
deep within your soul
where no one can see them
not even you
~skies of pain~
no one can understand how much pain can be contained within- only the sky can hold it all
————
echoing
inside
bouncing
off the walls
resounding
throughout
a sound
a pitiful
almost silent
cry
of loneliness
of fear
of pain
of suffering
a cry
for
something
anything
someone
somewhere
some place
to
belong
to
be
welcomed
to
be
free
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