Tell me what the view is like
From rock bottom
Reaching the core
Are you standing or falling?
Down so far that
Only hell can hear you calling
Do you ever look up
And mourn that empty distance?
Clawing at the walls
As you try to find what's missing
Tearing at the stones
Since nobody's there to listen
YOU ARE READING
Inkblood Poetry
PoetryPoetry is the most efficient way for me to express things, even when I can't define it in a way that makes sense. And I think that's the beautiful thing about it - that poetry doesn't even need to be defined. It just exists.
