A Pit
And recently, for the first time,
my thoughts have seemed a pit
down which I am descending
to an enthralling underworld
with only tenuous channels
of communication to the world.
Isolation trap? or route to discovery?
The deeper I go, the more me I find.
How far in is out still an option?
How much does it matter?
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.
