:::Last Breath, In a cloudy surrounding:::
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Lay down here
In this area surrounded by dark clouds.
Take a few more steps
There you go.
You’re on the right track
now stay on it and lay.
Look for the third start to the right
Not there?
To many clouds.
Look for the name sleepy hollow
Not there either?
The clouds touch the ground.
Oh what a shame
Everything you look for is gone.
Take a deep breath
It may be your last.
Look at your map
look for Eldorado
Not in the map?
The clouds consume the map.
You are now being encased
By black clouds of hell.
A light breaks through
you take a deep breath.
You are lifted up to heaven.
None of those places are real
But the one you are going to
Is very real indeed.

:::Cold Breeze:::
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walk this uncharted land
All by your self.
A cold breeze
Brushes your face.
Every memory is being left behind.
You step one step to far
A cold breeze brushes your face.
You fall through thin ice
still cold air hits your face.
You scream
But nothing comes out.
You know this is your end
But you don’t want to leave your body.
Then you leave
Leave forever,
With more regrets then you had when you were alive.
You left behind
The ones you love.

(Note from the writer.) At the end of this poem, I found myself stuck. Dang didn't sound right... So I cursed. Do not judge me! Don't tell me you never cursed!

:::Lonely Man:::
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I am one person
Walking this lonely land.
I am alone
No one can stop me.
I walk down a deserted city
Lost to a sandstorm.
Lifeless bodies
Cover the ground.
They are sad
They wished they made the right choices.
I walk alone
With my regrets.
Something I should have done
Lost to the ash.
I walk a lonely path
Toward my final resting place.
The sea is where I must be.
But something calls me back
For my regret is too hard.
I turn around
And see,
The lifeless city
I left behind.
The last thing I thought
Was
“Damn my regrets!”

:::A Wanting Eye:::
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Something watches as you eat
A gleam in its eye,
Such a treat.
You do not see it
Or hear it breath.
It watches you.
It waits
For that hotdog
Covered in ketchup
To slip out of your hand.
The thing moves into the room
Still not seen.
It sits at your feet
watches you eat.
You look down
Now don’t scream
The thing that watches you
is a sweet little dog
That watches you eat.

All These poems are, © all right reserved.
I wrote them. If I got them from someone else, I would give full credit.

:::Blizzard:::
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A cold winter night
Rain, snow, sleet, hail
All come in this one night.
People sit inside their homes
Bundled up tight.
Sitting and watching
This marvelous sight.
Wind starts to roar
Lightning starts its dance
Thunder starts to play.
Oh what a clash.
Elements of heaven
Elements of hell
All clash in this one blizzard.
As though lifeless men take out their swords
And battle away all their sin.
Snow covers this land
Ice freezes many
Hail breaks few.
People scream as the place starts to flood.
The water will freeze before dawn.
Now it is over
You may want to boast
If you have lived through this hell of a storm.

A Shadow

:::A Shadow:::
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Look to the sky
See the sights.
Of a thousand stars
And a hundred lights.
The circle in the sky
Is the only light
That is so bright.
It reflects from the great fireball
To bring us light at night.
Suddenly a cloud passes over
And covers the moon.
It is pitch black outside.
Stars go out of sight
night becomes the darkest hour.
A shadow falls
From the sky.
It has no wings
No cheap trick.
It moves across the fields
And catches you at bad hours.
It is pure guilt
You see?
It stalks you till you are no more.
Believe me
This is no kid’s tale.
The shadow itself is you
And your guilt.

:::A Dark Storm:::
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The sky is full of sunshine
Not a cloud insight.
Then a big black cloud all heavy with rain
Moves over the little house.
People run outside their doors
To look at the big black clouds.
Such a sight
It was day
Now it looks like night.
Little children duck under their blankets
Parents open their windows
And have a good time watching the storm move closer.
A clap of thunder
A gush of wind,
The parents come to their senses.
They rush their kids
Out of bed and into the basement.
Winds gush
Hail bursts

thunder roars.
The storm ends
all is well.
But not for most of this little town.
Ruin is what turned out.
Houses gone
To Katrina.