PaD 27/365: Abyss

Another more serious poem with another more hidden meaning. Trying to step further and further into the "real" stuff... But will make sure there's plenty of silly too!

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ABYSS

Upright in a pit of mud,

Slippery, deep, submerged:

In it above my head.

I grasp at the green,

Beckoning, tempting,

Siren's call of freedom,

And sometimes I escape.

Exhausted, panting yet

Free, elated, weight from my shoulders.

But then the wind blows just right,

Or the earth quakes,

Or I am simply pushed,

Or I wander and forget

And I am once more

Upright in a pit of mud,

Slippery, deep, submerged:

In it above my head.