I am wandering around the obscure walls
of the sunken place
searching its oblique halls
and I can’t see past the darkness and the emptiness.
there is only hollowness.
I am alone,
unable to fathom my surroundings.
It is as if the hollowness of this place
came to hollow me out.
It reverberates through me
and in currents I am
nothing and everything
– this oscillation is undoing me, irrevocably.
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