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The AbyssBy Haemaru Chung QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously accepted for publication in 'Navigating the Maze' by Adonis Designs Press. Monsters writhed in the dark abyss Groans and hisses faintly heard The pocket dimension To where objects vanished Forgotten A place of myth and legend Each time the child peered Darkness met his gaze Daring him to venture further He scrambled backwards The void was never to be explored He would not cross into the gloom One day his blue ball slipped from his grasp
The child watched in dismay as it rolled Into the inviting rectangle of obscurity Unwilling to forego the precious gift He clenched his small fists Steeled himself Eyes shut while perspiring He reached into the abyss His hand perceived outlines of Action figures and Legos faded from memory Swallowing, he slid his body into the abyss He dared not continue Alone and unaware Heart beating faster He thought to glance murky forms In the corners of his eyes But when he turned his head There was no life They are coming for me His breath quickened Instinct shrieked at him to run Its warning reverberating in his mind But his body did not obey Pinned by needles of poisonous fear That tightened with each second Only dilated eyes shifted From side to side in vain But No tentacles seized his arm Nor did scales brush his fingers Nor did a bestial roar deafen his ears Enveloped by cool shadows Silence dulled his pangs of uncertainty As he clamped sweaty fingers around it He felt the familiar smoothness of his ball The needles retracted and He pulled himself out from under the bed The boy stood up and straightened Smiling, he inspected his blue treasure His imagination conquered CommentsComments are closed.
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