In my mind’s abyss, where darkness reigns,
I sink slowly, like quicksand’s chains.
Uncertain of what lies below,
I pray to a foreign God, my savior to know.
I regret not taking the guided path,
Instead embracing this perilous wrath.
Familiar yet strange, this darkness surrounds,
As I yearn to break free, with hope unbound.
Tears cascade, like raindrops in pain,
As I brace myself for the final campaign.
Darkness, I defy, with all my might,
To reclaim my light, and emerge from the night.
In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
I am drowning in an ocean, yet breathing on land
Lost in the desert, yet holding snow in my hand
Silent as a tomb, yet screaming out loud
Amidst the crowd, yet lost in the crowd
I am the beginning, and yet the end
A loyal companion, yet a treacherous friend
Living a dream, yet trapped in a nightmare
Free as a bird, yet caught in a snare
I am the hunter, yet the hunted as well
In the depths of heaven, yet the abyss of hell
Everything is clear, yet a blur in my mind
Leaving everything behind, yet nothing left to find.
In the depths of my mind, a darkness resides,
A place where sanity fades and depravity thrives,
Where demons dance and torment reigns,
And my personality is stripped of all its gains.
The descent into madness is a treacherous path,
Where the mind becomes a playground for wrath,
And the abyss of insanity looms ahead,
As the light of reason slowly fades to dead.
My soul is consumed by the fires of hell,
As I lose my grip and begin to dwell,
In a world of shadows and pain untold,
Where the mind is shattered and the spirit sold.
Image prompt: A person standing at the edge of a dark abyss with demons lurking in the shadows.
Search, but I’m not there,
Lost in the abyss of despair,
Drifting through the void of life,
Without a purpose, without a strife.
My mind is wandering in the dark,
Looking for a spark, a tiny mark,
That will guide me back to light,
And help me win the endless fight.
But sometimes the abyss is too deep,
And all I can do is silently weep,
Hoping that someone will find me,
And show me the way to be free.
Not precious; just precarious.
Not precious, only precarious,
Tiptoeing on the edge of the abyss,
Unstable ground beneath my feet,
My fears and doubts, ever so discreet.
Living with the fear of the fall,
Barely balanced, with no backbone at all.
I cling on to hope, for that’s all I have,
In this world that’s both cruel and grave.
The Disorienting Abyss
Deep down in the abyss, where darkness reigns,
The mind is lost, and nothing remains.
No light, no sound, just emptiness and pain,
A disorienting abyss that drives one insane.
The weight of the world bears down on the soul,
Dragging it deeper, towards an unknown goal.
The abyss devours, with a hunger that never ends,
A black hole of despair, where hope never blends.
The abyss disorients, with its endless void,
A place where all dreams and desires are destroyed.
It swallows one whole, with a merciless grip,
A place where even the strongest spirits slip.
But amidst the disorientation and the gloom,
A flicker of light can pierce the endless doom.
A glimmer of hope, where none seemed to exist,
A ray of warmth, that breaks through the mist.
For the abyss may disorient, and it may consume,
But it cannot take away what makes us human.
Our will to survive, our strength to endure,
Will bring us back to the light, and make us pure.
I Fell Into the Abyss
I fell into the abyss, dark and deep,
Into a world where dreams can’t keep,
All the light had faded away,
Leaving me to my dismay.
Lost in the depths of my mind,
No way out, no hope to find,
Tumbling down into the unknown,
I fell into the abyss alone.
Bottomless Abyss Swallow Me
In moments of despair,
When all hope feels lost,
The bottomless abyss,
Is what we fear the most.
The darkness it holds,
Can make one feel small,
But with strength and resilience,
We can rise above it all.
Amidst the darkness deep and still,
A chill creeps in with icy thrill,
Shadows dance in eerie light,
Haunting dreams throughout the night.
Ghastly whispers fill the air,
Telling tales of grim despair,
Each step taken with dread,
In a world where all is dead.
The soul is lost in this abyss,
Where hope and faith are hit or miss,
And only echoes of the past,
Remind of a life that couldn’t last.
The heart is heavy with the weight,
Of sorrows that refuse to abate,
And though the sun may rise again,
The shadows linger and never end.
For in this dark and fearsome place,
There is no solace, no saving grace,
Only the promise of endless night,
As one is swallowed by the blight.
This cold is so numbing
It makes the pain go away
My mind feels it endlessly
Makes me wonder what it all means
Everything feels empty without the touch of your lips
Is life worth living if I’m a walking abyss
It gets better
I tell myself
It will get better day by day
But sometimes I wonder
What If I make it all go away.
©VishalDutia
I hang myself from your every word,
swinging beneath the phrases as you
spit your truth,
molding it with your hands into
poetry.
Suffering death after death as I read you.
The facade crumbling as those words
seep deeply into me.
Teaching that I am my own
worst enemy.
Longing for those same hands to etch
your poetry across my body.
Left aching and hard, hoping you glimpse
a softer soul within me.
If only I could pour my words upon yours,
creating by way of some mystical
incantation,
flesh intertwined, blooming flowers
of pleasure, watered by desire,
shining brighter than the sun.
I would.
Still, I walk the razor’s edge of forever
but a stones throw away from never.
I would leap from it all
and cast myself to the abyss
if but for a chance to land in your…
Poetry.
©VishalDutia
In The Abyss of A Strangers Arms
Shh…I have disabled my lover’s heart alarm
You are such a handsome man
A fetish for a wet bearded romance
You paid for this pussy and the strip tease dance
Mm… sit back, relax, and watch me take off my clothes
Unsnapping my garter, down my leg it slides slow
Gyrating curvaceous hips, a palm moving up a thigh
I love a man when animalistic hunger is mirrored in his eyes
Breasts sandwiched, nipples licked, saliva dripping with each tender peak inflict
You like all this, dropping it
My fingers… teasing, then embedding inside my slit
Tasting my wetness off each glossed digit
Yeah… you like that, big daddy… mmm …how bad you want to get deep in this
Laying back on the carpet
Lifting my dildo… sliding it pass the soft folds, my fingers joining for a duet
Oh yes, panting while sinking in and out my creamy wet
Running the humming tip over my breasts
“Come here and please me, do what I’ve paid you for. The tease is fine, but my dick needs more. Now for tonight act like my little whore.”
Crawling on all fours to the throne of his hard dick
Circling the tip of his arousal around my full lips
Palming my head, hissing after the first teasing lick
His balls rolling around inside my mouth
My tongue caressing up and down his taut skin, kissing the dome shaped, he’s loving it no doubt
Head bobbling, mouthing his girth, pumping, he’s pushing it deeper in, pulling it out
My toy all up in my wet south
Lifting me in haste without any delays
My tight abyss sliding down a throbbing, and hard erection if I must say
Bounding my wrists behind my back, moving the way his dick inside me is grooving
Standing up
My hips palmed, pounding harder up inside my butter rum lover’s cup
Enfolding me tightly
Mm… feeling the presence of the first popping of his seeds, as I please
Rushing me over to the bed
Back kissing satin sheets of red
Hands extended over my head
Deeper and deeper his length sink
Legs chained around his muscular physique
Back arched, seesawing our bodies, feening off our uncontrollable needs
Oh…baby… here…sweet mercy… my head indenting the mattress… passion, ecstasy our bodies we feed the greed
My climax, trickling, then raining behind his dick plummeting, with a piercing speed
Juices blending
Bodies locked, lust sending
Soft moans, loud grunts amid the marinating feeling, essences mending
In The Abyss of A Stranger’s Arms
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