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