My Abyss ...

I walk along the lonely edges,  
where shadows don’t end,  
they begin in my head,  
where my whispers traverse the boundary of my mind,  
tiptoeing along the brims of insanity while trudging along with curiosity.  
 
Thoughts unraveling the history's of time,  
In the void, my reflection dissolves each memory,  
I search, but there’s no answers that will ever come from the depths,  
Just the depth themselves that stares back at me.  
 
Above, stars break the sky,  
shattering the dark into fleeting moments  
of something brighter  
but only because of what surrounds it.  
 
I fight with the monsters in my chest,  
not knowing when I become one.  
There’s a hunger that looks back  
as I stare into what feels endless,  
and I wonder if I’m being devoured or reborn.  
 
In the absence of light,  
there is no distinction between  
the empty and the whole.  
The darkness is not a thing to fear,  
but a space that holds everything  
I have not yet understood.  
 
I feel the weight of silence,  
like an ancient pull  
that tests the depth of my gaze.  
The void holds me,  
presses against my skin,  
and I wonder if I’ll ever truly leave it.  
 
The stars are born of shadows,  
glimpsed only in the moments  
when I can bear the dark.  
And in that rare stillness,  
the light inside me flickers,  
whispers back from the depths  
that I’ve never fully left.