The Cannon
A gaping hole
It’s dark and lonely
A soft wind dances through the deep cannon
Things here feel sad and empty
And the light is far away and unseen
It’s cold
There is nothing
And this cannon
it lives right in the very depths of my very being
Mocking me
Making a joke out of my smile
Burning my inner light on a low fuel
Fading my unseen love
Making it hard to breath
Consuming me
Until I am nothing but the simple dust
Dancing through its lonely caverns
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2014
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