inside stormy eyes

like heavy-laden clouds
filled with torrential rains
my eyes, dark and dreary
no love in me remains

my voice muted
by the winds and storms
that swirl inside and about me
creating shadowy forms

filling my mind
with fears of what will be
along the path, I'm on
and where it'll take me

53 words © Mar 25, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

the wastelands

 out in the wastelands

where things don't seem to grow
all I can see as I go.
is just hot dry sand

trails of snakes across the dry ground
and the cactus plants standing tall,
are the only hints of life at all
as the wind makes an eerie sound.

 © Mar 26, 2023

 Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

A place of my own

 A place of my own

After my school days were done
I began to plan my new reality.
working long strenuous days
never time for any fun.

pinching my pennies every day
to buy myself a new home.
long hours and sweat and tears
I finally found the right house one day

Getting the key in my hand
I entered in and lost my breath
For it was like walking back into history
to a place far away, and to another land.

so much to see and explore
with all the ornate and eerie things
some cloaked with sheets and plastic
behind each and every door

I have lived here for a lot of years
investing my time and money
slowly getting things done
ignoring the harsh things I'd hear.

125  words.
Write a poem for contest Poem Prompt - Oakblue34 © 3:35 PM, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts