The Abyss
I found the old stairs..
The rickety ones.
You know the kind
dusty handrails,
onto cold stone, slick.
Every step may be your last.
Every breath feels like a mistake.
I’ve walked worse, I thought.
But for those wars, at least, I knew
they had an end.
This?
This just keeps on going.
Past the point of no light.
Down where the air gets thick
and the dark gets hungry.
Down where the only sound
is your own heartbeat, slowing,
like it’s tired of you.
Then
finally
the seemingly last step.
Not because you’ve reached the bottom.
Because there isn’t one.
Just into existence.
Just silence.
The weight of knowing
you can’t fall any further..
Home
So not to the dark,
not to the stairs,
nor the journey...
It’s this place
you forced me to find
Because from here,
there’s only one way left to go.
It’s from here
I say from the bottom of my heart
and with all my love,
FUVK YOU.
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