Abyss Poems

An Afternoon in the Abyss

I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.

I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.

I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light

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

Self-imprisoned

In this abyss, where senses fade,
A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade
A choice self-made, a soul betrayed,
In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid 

Man without a shrine, longing for time,
A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains,
Death’s embrace, leaves no trace,
Echoes remain, whispering in pain.
Silence.
No more pain.

In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly

In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects

In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects,
Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths,
Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos,
When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call.
Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations,
A thread of cosmic dust binds our

In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects

In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects,
Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths,
Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos,
When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call.
Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations,
A thread of cosmic dust binds our

In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice

In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice,
An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing,
A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming
In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades.
Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence,
And souls dance

In the abyss of silence, where thoughts are born like falling stars

In the abyss of silence, where thoughts are born like falling stars,
We let ourselves be carried by the invisible currents of unspoken dreams,
Searching among the shadows of time for a meaning that never arrives,
On untrodden paths where eternity weaves its webs.
In the cosmic dance of light and darkness, we find ourselves lost,
Each step is a

In the deep silence of the night, where shadows dance in the abyss

In the deep silence of the night, where shadows dance in the abyss,
I wonder if I tread again the path that once tore me apart,
The wounds of time hide beneath the skin, memories that seem extinguished,
Yet their blood awakens when oblivion becomes a sweet deception.
How to endure the storm pouring from my troubled soul,
When hidden

I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams

I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams,
Where sweat flows like a rain of stars on the sky of the endless night,
I worry, for I used to not know fear when you were by my side,
But now I feel the shadows of the world reaching silently for my soul,
I wonder

Who am i

The feeling of your mind loosing itself...
Victimized by the power of others ...
Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION....
What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible......
Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self.....
Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the  is really going on...
Your beliefs,questioned by your

Abyss

It's hard
What is?
The feigned facade displayed on Caps on my face
The last thing I am is brave
In the dark, I'm everything I want to be
In the light, I'm who they want me to be.

It's hard
What is?
The imposed words gushing from their mouths with the resonance of stamps
Like rules but they are beliefs 
Beliefs that I

She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm

She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm,
I always thought it would pass like a cloud sliding across the sky of a quiet May day,
a wandering dream between illusions and whispered advice from sleepless, restless nights.
I felt it would pass like a summer rain washing away

ABYSS

  ABYSS 

Abyss, a Place of Redemption
solace space curling then unfurling 
here we sail drowsy dark seas
no boats or oars, unaccompanied
converse with walrus and whales 
black shimmers silent, we brook it

Abyss, a cloak of protection as 
alchemy distills gross, grime, goo
a thousand fingers unseen sew broken 
pieces of Life, loosen patronising hooks
Angels of 

Hear Me, and Be Still

Do not build a ladder  
when I fall into the abyss  
I did not call for climbing

The thorn in me  
is not a riddle to be solved, 
nor a window begging repair  
I am thunder — not your project; 
I am rain that needs witness, 
not your umbrella

When I say I’m

Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon

Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon,
shadows dancing before your wandering eyes, you cover them with your palm like a mute spell,
you scream into the boundless silence, praying to an absent god, but the silence remains an echo-less abyss,
no murmur returns and only the void

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