The Brain Pit

A commentary on the dangers of excessive introspection.

Darkness

Frigid air

Hollow tree trunk covered in ghastly white bark

Cushioned inside by soft pink resin

Standing in the space so flawlessly hollowed

Secrets call up from the rabbit hole

Begging to be followed

Pulling at the strings of the soul

Memories 

Mathematical concepts

Gargantuan structures of vocabulary

Parental doctrines

Moaning, groaning

A raging maelstrom of knowledge

Hovers just above the darkness

The enticing darkness, beneath all the common rabble

And the miscellaneous perceptions

Such mysteries lurk there

Even the self is unaware of their presence

A step further

A peek over the sheer black edge

What will be revealed?

Is it safe to know such things?

Sliding forward

Toes creep over the edge, shuddering in the cold abyss air rushing up

One slip, and it's down the abyss
Best be careful

Inching forth, one last time

Falling into darkness

Falling

Falling

Falling

FALLING

And gone.

Author's Note

Please provide your interpretation/thoughts/feelings about the poem, and also comment on the quality of the writing itself-the imagery, the style, that kind of thing. And be honest, I can take a bit of criticism so if there's anything you need to say just say it.

Reviews

[Roxie M]

Gone indeed! Death! One can be saved by life or madness. To live is to love outward. Give rather than take. My ability to think, thinks a brilliant mind wrote this this poem.

[Zachary E. Tenney]

Thank you for reviewing another of my poems, I am very pleased to hear that you enjoyed it!