Into The Abyss
There is an abyss that lies beyond the mist of dreams,
A black curtain that beckons to be pulled free,
Inspiration, cloaked in dark shadows, just out of reach,
The muse is tempting, taunting, the edge of insanity.
A girl, a boy, a child, an adult,
Whatever its form, it is an old soul.
It holds the answer to all of the questions,
Leading me away from reality, forever toward the goal.
How far can I follow and remain who I am?
Can I write without this shape-shifting muse to lead the way,
Or have I already reached the point of no return?
I think to abandon, and the whispers come, torn, I must stay.
One step more I’m told. Just one step more.
The words string together and make a whispering hiss,
I follow the voice into the darkness, beyond the veil,
Into the abyss.