I’ve been down to The Hollow, and I’ll never be the same,
So many have been taken there, yet never speak its name,
It’s a place as cold as gravity - it grips, and you descend,
It’s featureless, it’s soulless, and you feel it has no end.
There, you will find longing that has lost the will to yearn,
There, you will find love that has forgotten how to burn,
There, you will find anger with no energy to fight,
There, you will find emptiness that claws away the light.
Many start to stumble down, yet find a path to climb,
Some are lifted safely clear by love and care and time,
But some, they journey further - they’re the ones who can’t come back,
For they’re lured into the neverending numbness of the black.
There, they seek a refuge from the mirror of their mind,
There, they seek out nothing, leaving nothingness behind,
There, they seek to quash their dreams, for dreaming brings no pleasure,
There, The Hollow chalks another victim to its ledger.
Have you been to The Hollow? Could you break its hold, and tell?
Could you rip away the veil of shame which harbours it so well?
Could you show someone a pathway with a fragile map of words?
You may yet be the one who breaks the Hollow’s deadly curse.
12 June 2018
For “Hollow” Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
1st Place (Premiere)
And “Pièce de Resistance” Contest
Sponsor: The Name Forsakes Me
3rd Place (Premiere)
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