Toy Train

You know,

It really is bad enough being stuck at home,

A place which used to feel like Paradise,

Has now turned into A hell of my own desire.

Halloween is near,

And I find myself staying home,

No walking on the streets,

And talking with friends.

It was all fine...

Everything normal,

Sitting all alone,

At night,

Watching a horror movie,

On Halloween,

A day,

Where I should have been afraid.

But now,

I was just in pain at my loneliness.

Then a little fun made its way to me.

W h i t e n o i s e

A static screen,

No fear. It’s ok.

I listened as it echoed in my empty house.

Turn it off.

I thought.

Walking up,

I turned off the TV.

Nothing.

Still white noise.

Then, something else caught my eye.

A small girl’s voice came whispering into my ear.

"W h e r e i s s h e ? ? ?"

Turning in fear,

A young child was holding a toy train,

As she looked at me with a bloody face,

Asking where her mother was.