The Abyss Poem by cheryl davis miller

The dangers of the black abyss
objects; unseen, unheard.
Can hinder footing in the dark
amidst the waste cluttered.

For whirling there in blackness are
the pain of years gone by;
generational waste, passed to
the next one as they die.

So on and on the starved black hole
consumes more life each day,
and those trapped in the vast wasteland
become no more than prey.

There are no cries heard from that void
the darkness ate their voice.
imploding into emptiness
without knowledge of choice.

One can't fill the black abyss'
unknown capacity,
for into self it draws and draws
to feed the beast's belly.

Yet Light has come and reached out to
all those trapped by this beast.
From darkness you can reach out and
from blackness be released.

c.d.m.12/17/15