By Tom H. Brooks 3


Watching life slide by

feeling it slip away

like a fleeting dream

floating away on a cold wind

like smoke

lost in the blue



listening to the forbidding tick

of the Death Clock

as it moves us inexorably

closer to our doom



and the Great Bell tolls

nearing the final mystery

the end of it all

the nameless portal

the black door…

put your hand on the latch

it creaks slowly open

with a groan

take a cautious step forward

into the next world



it’s over






(The above digital artwork is titled The Locked Room, inspired by the great writer, Paul Auster…)




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