~This Aching Abyss~
~This Aching Abyss~
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Reality betrays me
Eludes me
I slip & slide softly, slowly
Into ether...
Wistful whispers in
Harried hurricanes
Teardrops in the ocean
Pitiful plaintive cries for help
In concentration death camps
Filled to overflowing
With the starving
The tortured
Persecuted by pride—
Dare I look back
Floundering in fond reminiscence?
Dare I dream
The improbable dream?
To love,
To live…
To dance—
To feel?
No… I shall not
I must not
I WILL not!
Dream, love…live,
Or feel
Anything...
It is much safer here,
More serene
In the urgent underbelly
Of dire desperation.
No sound.
No soothing salve
For suffering souls
No tender tendencies
No compassion nor clemency
This aching abyss is brutal—
Abhorrence abounds.
Flailing in finality, I feel...
Sordid, soiled, surreal, stained
But, at least here,
I feel something…
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Comments
Absolutely lovely and heartbreaking however it seems as though the person has already began to live even trough the poem, one cannot deny themselves something they haven't had already for they wouldn't know if they can or cannot feel it or have it. Great piece, very moving and honest.Â
Hugs K.
Thanks, K, and you're right...
...you don't know what you've got until its gone.
We're all equipped with a fight or flight instinct. We'll either give up, run away and hide from the rest of the world, or we'll fight back and try to survive.
I deeply appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me on this.
Hugs!
~Dean ~♥❤️♥~