The Abyss

By Kevin Robey
April 28, 2014

I’m under the surface
If only for a moment
The oxygen I miss
The fortune I spent

It’s only life they say
No harbor for my soul
Doesn’t matter anyway
Fear has dug this hole

Melodies wash me clean
Please free me from disease
Forget the terror I have seen
Inside the waves of stormy seas

I’m sinking deeper into my abyss
As the surface dims to black again
Forgetting things I used to miss
These breathless words replacing them

Three decades slowly pass me by
I lost my mind somewhere down here
Echoes wonder why, if I have really died 
Why I’m still down here
When will I disappear?

The better question still remains
Do these tired words matter anymore?
How can I repair the scars in my veins
If I relive wars I’ve long since ignored

Somewhere upon the sands of long-forgotten shores
There lies what is left of my twisted soul and spine
That island where I lost what I was fighting for
Is where I’ll redesign these broken thoughts of mine 

So as I leave behind this tomb of broken dreams
I leave remains of skeletons, of all I’ve ever known
Wondering if calmer seas are scary as they seem 
Into the new abyss I go, but this time I won’t be alone

*listening to...
["funeral" by Band of Horses]
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May 22, 2014 at 10:09 PM
I know this place Robey, I like the line, of Life Harboring the soul...Hum, Never thought of it that way. I'm telling you, every line on here cuts deep, like the scar on the veins, you mentioned above. SO did the song, ["funeral" by Band of Horses] --- inspire this write... It's awesome... Linda
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May 28, 2014 at 10:16 AM
thank you! that means a lot from a seasoned poet! and honestly i wasn't even thinking about life harboring a soul when i wrote it but I like that you can take something different from it.
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