Abyss
The abyss stares back, I’m sure this is true,
It stares into the soul, and breaks the spiritual glue,
It stares into parts you never thought were there,
Too late to show you of what you truly care.
The abyss does not judge, it knows of no wrong,
It sees time neither short, and neither long.
Anger resides here, happiness and hope,
Of all things that are fixed, of all things broke.
To see it in the distance, a feeling of unease,
A mighty abyss will surely bring you to your knees.
A circle of time brought forth in the mind,
Of all deeds evil, of all deeds kind.
The abyss is black, black as night,
For there is no sight, sight brought from the light.
So let go when you stare into the abyss,
And throw yourself into the bliss,
Try not to fight, try not to resist.
The abyss brings closure, and swarming thoughts in the conscience,
For the abyss stares back, but speaks no words,
The abyss guides the fools, and swallows the herds.
Copyright © Walter Rego | Year Posted 2021
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