Poetry ~ Voices

she began to worry about the voices
they were no longer the familiar voices,
the voices in her head
these voices were distant, but within the
walls of the old home
she climbed the wooden stairs to the
second floor loft
the voices were louder
and seemed to emanate from
behind the closed door of the

second floor bedroom
slowly, she opened the bedroom door
darkness
a flip of the light switch
produced no light
darkness and laughter
louder and louder
the voices laughed
the last sound she heard
was the door slamming behind her

Poetry ~ Lost Sun

Where were you the day the sun lost its shine, and all went dark for the very last time? I remember our world before we lost the light, before the sun went missing and we were trapped in the night. There was a feeling called warmth and a color called green that painted a forest once filled with trees. They tried to warn us that the end times were nigh, but no one knew the sun would leave the sky. That was decades ago before the cosmic faux pas that hurled earth into darkness and stripped the land raw. Now humanity withers deep underground in search of a sun that will never be found.