Hollow Pit

The eerie silence that deafens me

the chilly wind of the desert street,

grip my soul in unexplainable fear

I wonder why – there’s nothing here.

 

I throw a pebble in a pit,

the haunting echo makes me sick,

I see someone in the deep

I try to help her – and get pulled in.

 

Crows croon in the midnight breeze,

Six feet above the ditch,

Twisted faces and haunted grins

Say “here’s the land of make belief”.

16 Oct 2016

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