Chasm Poem by Anna Han

Sometime when it all consumes me
Noise. Static. Phantom flaws
Everything feels out of reach
And my vision starts to blur

I feel as if I'm at the edge of a swizzle stick
Twirling in a pool
Of lemon scented cocktail
Then cutting through the citrus

The even, yet sporadic
Tic tic tic
Of a grandfather clock
Humming its song in the distance

As I get sucked in
To the bottom of the glass
And reach the void
Where the road ends
And we all stop walking

Only to realise that it exists
But it isn't quite there.