A Bit of the Abyss

A Bit of the Abyss

A Poem by Archipelago

lazy day



Whistle, scream

The tempest wants out

Of the teapot

Bubble, violent, break

Restless steam

The storm rages inside

The fire beats the

Air into shapes like

A friendless child

Forming dry sand

Into castles that fall

To the wind and

Are swallowed into

The identical dunes


I wake in cold sweat

From the sound of

A hammer on glass

A crack

The tempest won out

The vessel couldn’t

Contain the storm

Brewing inside



I sit in the dark

Hovering timelessly

Pen over paper

The space between breathes

With the wonder

Of the world

Like two fingers

Inches apart

On an old ceiling

This space screams

“I am nothing

But nothing is alive

So let me live”


Lightning strikes

The storm deflates                                  

                                    The whistle ceases

The tempest unleashed

Upon the void

Would fill space

And time

And the waste

Of space

That burst the bubble

And let it out


I taste the tin

Foiled again

It was nothing

The thunder was


The sound was a


The wind was the


Of the fan spinning slowly

Above my head now

Tempted and waiting

Like an itchy,




And evening came,                       

      but morning followed


And now the room is

Quiet and comfy and soft

The fan’s breeze is

Cooling and soothing and fresh

The storm outside is

Loud and proud and alive


Now I see

The world is

(Just is) It’s

Made of mirrors

And we’ve been

Walking in the sky

All along

But no one ever

Cares to notice

And now I know

All along I saw myself

The single star in space

And all along

I sought to fill the void

To create

To spread myself around

So the world would be

A little less empty

But the void filled me

© 2009 Archipelago

Author's Note

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I agree with Shellie,this poem is perfect. I would send this one out there,I know this would get published. You are a better poet then I am and I publish,so I think you have a future as a writer. Great job.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I really cant think of what to say. This is superb writing. you have everything in this...imagery, fantastic flow, wonderful phrases, no mistakes, a message, theme....I love this, period. Really...just wow.

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