A
figure stands alone in the dark.A shadow
Clinging to the world
Never-ending fingers grasp so tightly.
Afraid
A miasma of fear
Glistening lights on the face
The only light.
The Collection
Four separate poems that make up a large one, all
untitled.
A
figure stands alone in the dark.
A shadow
Clinging to the world
Never-ending fingers grasp so tightly.
Afraid
A miasma of fear
Glistening lights on the face
The only light.
The fence
A barrier
An obstacle
Nothing but wood
A twist and a turn
A hop away
There is no barrier
Just a line
Nothing but blackness
Nothing
Bleak
Bore
This is the world
There is no gray
It’s just an ocean
Depthless
Vast
Large
Pressuring
Just floating there
No bottom
No top
Floating
Blue
Dark
Brown
Black
Light
Just a hole
An area
Weightless
Floating
Nothing
Nothing
at all.