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A Cry in the Darkness of Despair
By
Carrie K. Hutchens
No words touch my lips as the despair grasps my soul and leaves me gasping for mere life.
What moment brought me here?
What path deceived me so cleverly?
Is there any answer to be mine, or shall I linger in the unknown with shadows taunting and breezes mocking?
In my desperate prayers, I beg to know why. I beg to know what it is that I should do… could do… need to do.
No answers come.
Instead, nightmares fill my dreams.
Panic wakes me.
I cry.
Has hell reached out to me even before I close my eyes for the last time?
Am I being punished for something I have done?
Is this a test?
Have I failed?
Will tomorrow be any different than today with hope dashed and chances crushed?
Dare I believe there is promise in a world so full of evil?
I want to believe.
I pray to believe.
I strive to believe.
Will I? Can I? Am I?
Night approaches swiftly.
The shadows shall devour the light and a blanket of darkness will become all that is seen, though perhaps not felt.
Tomorrow the sun will rise and with it a new chance given. A chance that the darkness of despair will be replaced and life will become hopeful… joyful… and proof that God does walk with us through the tunnel of desperation to the wondrous gifts he has in store for each of us.
Copyrighted © 2022 Carrie K. Hutchens
Thursday, September 1, 2022
Truth Ignored: Foreboding & Rambling Whispers
by Carrie K. Hutchens
The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers.
A lone star mocks.
A chirp betrays.
A breeze moans.
Darkness dances and whirls in a haunting silence — the tune long forgotten — the steps mimicking and purposeless.
A fox cringes.
A bird soars in terror.
A cloud wanders.
A town sits alone and frightened in its despair of life that was, but now only memories burning and bitter in hopelessness.
Yesterday calls.
The night cries.
A tree falters.
The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers, as the blasts come closer… closer… closer… until they are heard no more.
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In A Fury of Pure Hatred
Screams pierce the night, as sirens wail against the blasts that light up the darkness in a fury of pure hatred. Smoke smothers the air. People seek to flee, running in desperation, but with no destination, except away… away from the blasts and the stench of burning flesh.
How long? How long has there been warning unheeded? Warning mocked as mere delusions of some? How long has the laughter rolled from the lips of the all-knowing and all-enlightened ones? Does it now matter?
Hearts pumping wildly as sweat flows freely. Blasts closer and closer. Breathing loud and labored against the sounds of people stampeding in blind flight. Away. Away from the nightmare and the murder surrounding and encircling. The nightmare devouring hope, with lungs fighting frantically for the next breath. Just one more breath. The breath that doesn’t come. The awareness of suffocation.
The terror. The tears. The prayers.
Suffocating. Falling. Numbness. Nothingness.
A silence that no one hears.
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The Icy Chill
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by Carrie K. Hutchens
The icy chill of winter, clinging beyond its time, mocks and dances against the lonely night of darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Cries begging for mercy race to the heavens, as man drags still another unwilling soul into the pit of vile corruption that seeks to crush and devour.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
A hopeful challenge sings against the confusion, with no one to listen and few to remember the days when the world was not encouraged to sink into the incomprehension of utter insanity.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Madness and rage erupt into boiling lava of confused hate and lost reason, as the masses seek to feast upon the spirit of all others not they or theirs.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
A dream, or a nightmare, there was a moment… a moment somewhere within time… a moment touched with a vague sense of humanity and good purpose.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Where… where did those moments of a dream go? Did they travel far or just beyond the glimpse of a horizon hidden?
Did the chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embrace and suffocate all hope of a tomorrow to be as once was?
The answers await within the night not present. Only in a distant tomorrow will the truth be revealed to survivors of the icy chill that dances within the darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests.
The saved or the damned? Only they shall know as they emerge into whatever has become.
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