Bottomless Pit

Diving down narrow tube gasping breath must choke,

Rusty nails on threadbare skin, heart a ragged cloth

Hounds afoot chasing dreams,  no room now for doubt

Things can change, I think they must

Sunlight falters, turns to dust

 

 

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