The Abyss

Pouring my insides out into your parched mountain brick

Flooded by searing slag splashing towards a wall made of steal

My finger dips lightly into the pool of the cool stream

leading to nowhere in the divots of the mind

Projecting ghosts and adorned with side smiles and bloodshot eyes

Expunging dreams left on the wrong side of the street

met with the rift of disappointment and dis-membership

Pieces of you fractured and integrated

back to the abyss entombed in obsidian monuments

left to an island unto itself



Accepting heartfelt donations of any amount. Deep appreciation and thank you for helping me keep the dream alive.


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