Abysmal Darkness
The terrible misfortune of one wretched lonesome
Poetic soul in an emotional life who travels helplessly
down a long tunnel with no ending in sight
Passing by the familiar face of abysmal darkness
Who speaks gently to me of eternal nothingness.
Tormenting my profound emptiness, a heaviness
That heaves me down to the bottom.
Of the deep-sea floor like a longtime anchor of lead
with No boundless hope no glimmer of visible light
no one to passionately love no hand to gently hold
No sensuous lips to merely kiss only loneliness
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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