The Chasm

The Chasm prose poem

Photo by Joe Shlabotnik

Somewhere, there is a chasm
A deep cut in the ground
A scar in the earth
A wound in the world
I stand over the edge
My hair blows in the winds of endless freefall
If I wanted to cross
I could build a bridge
An escape from the empty world
A bridge of lies
Every lie I’ve ever told
Every web I’ve ever spun
For whatever reason
Protection, defence, help, fear
My life is the chasm
My world is built of lies
Tears falling onto a page
Bleed themselves into ink
I know what I’m doing
In a world of lies
Scarred by a chasm

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