The Pool. A poem.

Whence does this darkness dwell?
This foetid blight that weighs
down consciousness and soul.
The ebon pool that hampers thought
and confounds me to my core,
that pounds upon my limpid door
until my head is filled to burst
with brittle ambiguity
and stranger things unsought.
Unto the well, this pool it flows,
within the well, this darkness fell.
Perhaps one day I’ll walk alone
beyond the pool where darkness dwells.

I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart, and some from my a$&@. Many don’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers.
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