What is this abyss,
That has swallowed me over?
That has the looks of a mist,
And cannot be blown over?
What is this abyss,
Of which I cannot get the nature?
Of which I can only see a gist
And only gives the vibes of a traitor?
What is this abyss,
So dark and murky?
A tint I have never known to exist,
Something so vague yet so bulky?
But this is an abyss,
That has to be lived through,
Something I cannot deem to resist
But nothing that cannot be slipped through.
23.07.23
