Asylum
A bottomless pit;
the black hole we avoid peering too far into
for fear we might fall-
Fall deep into a subconscious
So distant the beginning meets the end
where truth, reality, and dreams settle-
Settle into oblivion
the moment you drift-
drift towards definition before realization
before the vibrations of your subconscious waters reach you
before its resonance reaches your heart
you’re drowning.
Unable to swim,
unable to float I peered too far-
too far into my own
personal
Tartarus.
But some-
some are carried on a cloud.
Some give way to the wind
And ascend with grace
to surface above such an ocean.
To feel warmth on their face,
laying,
they trust what’s beneath
and they-
they float.