Pedaling my arms steadily
I aim for the depths
The soft blue glow at the surface yields
To a muggy gel the gentle rays dare not disturb
An ocean? No.
It is a limited cosmos
A finite void
Fury is not hot
No engrossing fire or lava overcomes you
It is a hopeless dungeon
Emptiness guards your cell
Forgiveness facilitates each futile escape
Desolation is your sentence
That eternal pit in your stomach is as real
As the mental coup overthrowing your rationality.
About the Creator
Diane Guy
Irish meadows captivate me. Mutterings of my urban home deafen me. Bitterness of joy and sweetness of vengeance consume me.
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