Abyss
Part 1.
You are furious
You can’t place my laughter in shallow realms
If I belted empty, meaningless ricochets
Across empty rooms and temporary lights
I wouldn’t frustrate you
You wanted death,
But I raged against that dark night
It looked back at me
And we both laughed
Many people didn’t return
You didn’t really return
I am here. For you.
Part 2.
I truly believe,
It is only the artists
And the prophets
Who can step into the abyss
Who can return bathed in light.
And even then.
We don’t all return
All of us doesn’t return.
But I still,
Am laughing