The Abyss Poem by D. Harris

The Abyss



And now, at years end
I turn my wind-
scarred face
towards that doorway,
which they call a mirror.
bleeding into the dark
my face stares into myself
and, as they say,
the abyss stares back

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D. Harris

D. Harris

Elgin, Illinois
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