Falling

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I often say that my poetry, my dark poetry, comes from what I call "The Abyss", which is constantly in my mind but I have blockades to keep it from my conscious thought, however, sometimes it just comes out.  When it comes out it gives me inspiration, but also the thoughts of suicide.

Falling

I’m falling into a black abyss,

Can’t see the light anymore.

I’m falling into a pit of despair,

Don’t know why.

To see my blood well up

would make my day.

To watch it splatter on the paper,

watch it run towards gravity.

See the patterns in the drops,

one at a time I bleed.

So near the skin are veins,

So easily punctured and severed.

How many drops before I pass out,

how many to die?

So much blood,

so far I’ve fallen.

I’ve dropped into a pit

of unending darkness.

Thoughts consume my

corrupted mind.

There’s no chance for redemption.

I won’t be saved.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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