Black Dog Abyss. A poem.

When hope is lost –
Flushed, like paradise
Down a whirlpool
Of hyperbole

I embrace the coming
Riptide, let it drown me
In consequence
And swallow me whole.

“Back again,” I think,
As the undercurrent
Draws me down
Into my circuitous
Black dog abyss.

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Published by stevestillstanding

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

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