That pit in my soul…
a space left unfilled
The harder I struggle,
the deeper it drills
Its emptiness constant,
dominion unsure
A puppet on tethers,
with vacuum secured
One choice left unspoken,
whose die never cast
To reach through the darkness,
the blindness unmasked
A backfill is starting,
my cavern relines
The light has reentered
—new future defined
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Darkness Through The Glass
Is there something unwanted
or even decried
that lives in the bottom
of all you’ve despised
to weep when you’re happy
the prefect of tears
confusing the moment
defying the years
its magic conscripting
new days into night
trapping what’s in you
embracing the fright
one saving question
the clock striking twelve
destiny tolling
—your answer indwells
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)