The Abyss

Original Photo :  Kristaps Bergfelds https://www.flickr.com/photos/narciss/2430835027

Standing on the edge,

Looking into the abyss,

I’d seen the light succumbing,

Long before it came to this,

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I heard the words unspoken,

And read the empty page,

The whispered breath of reason,

Was the truth I couldn’t engage,

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I’d seen the dancing figures,

In the flames that died away,

And seen their passion ebbing,

In the languor of their sway,

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I’d smelt the scent of history,

That wove between the trees,

Brought down by leaves of empathy,

Like a wreath around my knees,

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For the sanguinity of optimism,

That berates a barren shell,

Is the despondent melancholy,

Of despair I cannot quell.