A Poem by Fellswell


Here at the precipice
The pit seems bottomless
Bound for the abyss
Down the faceless cliff
So close to infinite
I chose to finish it
Sigh thunderous
This silence insists
I listened amiss
There's a way out of this
An exit exists
It is through the cracks
It is over the edge
It is off the tracks
Where we dread to tread
It is at our backs
It is in our heads
It is through
It is over so soon
It was never new
Only getting older

Into the fray again
I'm afraid that this will end
In the lion's den
In a foreign land
There is more at hand
Than I would pretend
There's more than for
The minds of man

Sunken I found you rowing down the river styx Sticks and stones with a heart onyx Drowned and down to your last lift Before you left the raft to drift You said that you'd already lived And had nothing left to give Your shift is finished Nothing is infinite Nothing's made to last Your casket has been cast An iron maiden To keep your demons from escaping You will always feel them scraping They tell you hell is your own making And you've done well in your forsaking Now that you are all alone You cannot atone Left with all those sticks and stones Hit with all that you have thrown You're a home of broken bones Skin and skeleton Melting to elements Ever since the river split And you along with it

© 2019 Fellswell

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Added on June 12, 2019
Last Updated on June 12, 2019



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