Poetry

Abyss

numbness
In the quiet
Rattling peace
Confusion in chaos
Created by me

Hollow heart
Deadness within
It’s not real pain
It’s mental
Yet unbearably insane

Seeking punishment
Well deserved
It’s ok
Turn your back
It’s well earned

Quailing nightmare
Find no peace
Hurt me to kill
The beast
To make it cease.

Time’s the enemy
For I suffer
Deeping hole
Widening abyss
Where I can’t find my lover

© sd lynne 9/19/17