A Chasm with Unfathomable Edges

A Poem by Ferg

quiet the house that echoes and rings
in ears stuffed full of fanciful things
dancing like carrots in front of my face
leaving me breathless from the chase
the illusion breaks once it is caught
shattering hope, leaving me distraught
and nothing remains but the maddening hum
which erases sensibility and leaves me dumb