Abandoned

 

Will you run,

with my soul,

to distant lands, where I

can never be?

I call out.

Do you hear?

my thoughts

chaos

in hollow space

Can you hear me?

forging ahead

stumbling

reaching

trembling

It is dark.

Where are you?

Can you hear me?

 

The Daily Post – Abandoned

Burial

Digging deep, shadowy moor.

Dark of night.

Never alone, except with

my confession.

Hoping to always,

be out of

sight.

Crackling leaves,

whispery breeze.

Snap of a stick,

heart skips a beat.

Smooth down earth,

skulk away.

One score settled.

One more to pay.

 

Response to dVerse Quadrille

 

Scars

Some run deep,
lava flowing from veins.
Others stay on the surface,
disappear shortly after they’re born.
Recording our lives,
visible for others to see.
But those that hurt the most,
are invisible.

The Daily Post – Scars

Journey

I hear the voice from afar

In the darkness where I do not exist

Bringing black from nothing

Looming voice, advancing, stirring

Calling me from within, without

Like echoes of falling rain

Persistent as a virus

I become

As light penetrates the cracks

 

Trembling with the sound of light

Condemnation whirls around the edge

Of the world in which I am

There seems to be no place for me

In lands of steel and stone

Weather patterns more of me

Entombed inside the global cell

White pain

Lonesome journey of the soul

 

Memories on Display

Warm, musty air envelopes me, leaving the blustery wind behind. Frozen hands, face stinging, my eyes adjust to the darker space. Objects start making appearances, like actors on stage, their stories as yet untold. I lose myself, and any sense of time, as I move through their memories.

Ghosts of children whisper from above. Stories of heartache, love, labour. Children taken, transported. For their own good, some say. Missing home, they work, pray.

Soft breathes whirl, “Don’t forget us.” Taken by force. Torn from loving arms, to fill an empty land. Sent over seas. Home never forgot. Hearts never healed.

 

The Friday Fictioneers challenge is to write a story of no more than 100 words from a photo prompt, from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

For other stories from this photo:  An InLinkz Link-up