I want to write.
What if it’s me.
Good what if it’s all me.
The cavern that opens
Is wet and fleshy and there is
No end
It feels like there is no end
Until the end
And then it is unfathomable
That there could ever be something
Like an end.
All of me feels swallowed in this cavern, like a black hole, turning in on itself until,
until,
…
If I am the monster.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Health, Reflection, and Poetry for the Journey of Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.
Seeking Truth
:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
Writing Art
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