Standing below

looking up

as I fell




Into the well

an inverted spire

under dire


inspired covenant

in permanent impermanence

a flash of light

in dusky hues

a chamber of solace

imbued with melancholic


I could live here forever

and never feel out-of-place

in this space of languid stupor

a selfish haven

for my selfless tribulation

misty morning angels

whispering lullabies

the stain of goodbye

inking me in the shadow

of the ‘it’s going to be alright


I sigh and call for the rope

to begin the ascent

out of the hole

I again wholly

let myself fall in

crescendos echo

in the soft waters

of my sorrow


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