Chasm. A poem.

I stared into the chasm
and it stared right back at me.
My cries echoed off its pithy walls
until I nestled silently
in its precipitous embrace.

The chasm walls engulfed me;
the sky above sequestered and aloof.
The comforting, yet uncomfortable
damp and dark engaged my palate
until I could consume no more.

The walls around, too slick to climb,
the asseveration of escape beyond me.
I realised, then: I’d made this fracture
my cold, igneous bed, within which I lay.

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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