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Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Sunday, July 10, 2016
The Horrible Truth
The truth of what he discovered about his world was too much for him to hear, much less bear, and he promptly went insane..
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
It was In The Cards
He could not believe it. No matter how many times he shuffled the cards, and drew the last card in the reading, it always came out the same. The poor man broke out into a cold sweat, and finally accepted his fate....
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Alignment
Looking up into the sky, I watched in horror and amazement as the planet slowly came up into view, and blocked out the sun. The sun, bringer of life and light, was gone. Our glorious ages of light was replaced by a new age of darkness....
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Angel.
I imagine her as an Angel, walking in an abandoned graveyard, on a crisp, clear October night, bathed in light from a full moon overhead, surrounded by a foggy mist that almost glows. The look on her face is of eternal sadness and despair. She is crying in silence, forever locked in whatever went on in her life that made her so. She wails in sorrow, knowing a sadness and despair that I can only imagine in my worst nightmares.
Her gown is gray, like the foggy mist that she is enveloped in. Her wings are black. I see her, looking at everything and seeing nothing. Walking amongst the gravestones of that long abandoned graveyard, I watch as she moves along silently. I cannot help but wonder what happened to make her this way, to lock her in such sadness forever? Did she lose someone close to her? Husband? Child? Did she commit suicide? Did she die an untimely death, a life full of hopes and dreams now forever sought after in vain?
All these questions will forever remain unanswered.
She drifts silently in the long abandoned graveyard. Eternally sad.
Her gown is gray, like the foggy mist that she is enveloped in. Her wings are black. I see her, looking at everything and seeing nothing. Walking amongst the gravestones of that long abandoned graveyard, I watch as she moves along silently. I cannot help but wonder what happened to make her this way, to lock her in such sadness forever? Did she lose someone close to her? Husband? Child? Did she commit suicide? Did she die an untimely death, a life full of hopes and dreams now forever sought after in vain?
All these questions will forever remain unanswered.
She drifts silently in the long abandoned graveyard. Eternally sad.
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