August 5, 2013

  • The Abyss

    She took to the street, cold and barren
    A wretched odor from a hidden abyss, that none could see

    Filled with unseen offerings,
    rotted and never accepted
    Stagnant pools of tears, left alone

    A wall of refuse surrounded her abyss,
    Keeping all good, all bad, at bay

    All who approached, dare not look her way
    But one, offering an inch of solace
    Stood still, extending nothing more
    She grasped and clawed for what she saw as a mile of tattered hope and love

    She offered up her finest jewels in plight

    Words in and out, without meaning, without truth, without sound

    The abyss grew, grinding the jewels into meaningless dust
    He withdrew his solace as the abyss clawed at stealing his heart

    Wilting, withering, the abyss claimed her final thread of hope
    Attached to her soul,
    It unraveled and drew her in
    For none to find