Abyss (Halloween Poem)

 


“Abyss”

A space of nothingness, void, solitude.

The feeling of loneliness and hopeless,

But I hear voices, voices in my head,

Talking to me with deep baritone voice

Comforting me when I'm about to break

Sometimes I see its eyes, eyes so cold, dead.

But nevertheless someones always there,

Watching me, helping me, protecting me. 

I don't understand what's real and not real,

But I don't care, as long as I'm with him.

Maybe I'm crazy, but that's who I am.

I fear the difference, space, loneliness

But I'm fine now, I have him helping me.

I have someone always there, 

I'm not alone, I'm not alone, I'm not…


This poem was made from my own fear of space and isolation, being alone with a touch of Halloween spirit. So after reading this I ask this what's your fear? Do you have any? And any feedback is appreciated.


- Mr Inari


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

To Move On (2 Versions)

   Version 1  “To Move On” I still remember when fate cut your string, Lying on your deathbed as your eyes closed, Seeing you take your final breath smiling, So beautiful yet looking very stilled, I remember your smile so bright and light, Your voice like of a goddess stunning, And your body so perfect, oh so right, I miss everything about you darling, I wish to follow you to be with you, So much is gone but I can't rewind time, Yet I know I have to move on for you, So I lie next to you one final time, I won't forget you your my heart my sweet, I miss you already so much my sweet, Version 2 “To Move On” I still remember when fate cut your string, Lying on your deathbed as your eyes closed, Seeing you take your final breath smiling, So beautiful yet looking very stilled, As I see you dancing to the heavens, I remember the memories we shared, I realize that our time came to stop, barren, As I realize my unending tears shed, I wish to follow you to be with you, So much is go...
Read more

Lies

  "Lies" Why do you lie?  Denial, deception, fear? Maybe coming clean will help,  I'll love you no matter what,  I'll understand, -Inari
Read more

"Memories"

  “Memories” Death, cold and cruel, yet sad but beautiful, A release to be free from all restraints, To be in Deaths arm free from everything, Yet many weep and grieve for what they lost, I remember what I lost, what I miss, Nostalgic memories begin to flow, The fresh and calming smell of the spring wind, The white petals of the cherry tree leaves, The lush green grass and the warm summer breeze, The passing of time is so fast and cruel, As I remember my tears start to drop  Everything seems to be a distant dream,  I close my eyes and I see death waiting, And so I welcome death with open arms Another poem using Iambic Pentameter "memories".  This poem was inspired by three things, COVID 19, My great grandfather who sadly died last year and a special song that I love. There is a very important lesson in this poem I hope you can spot it. - Inari
Read more