Where Depth has no Master
lost in a pit, my eyes weary, the way black
my heart weak, thoughts bleak,
sunk into a disaster, where depth has no master
slick grey stone sides, dives unfold,
echoes rolled, this man folded over,
one stumble to find out, a bottomless mine
or is it just a hole, driven into the chest
part way at best.
12/23/21 – Andy McRae
Where Depth has no Master
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