The Abyss/ Maurice Silvera/ Poetry

The Abyss

Maurice Silvera

where can i find peace? i don’t know where to look i’ve exhausted every resource and now i’ve pushed myself to the edge of the cliff and the only place left to go is off of it into the abyss

the abyss is not dark nor light; it simply is nothing about it is observable it exists in a state of nonexistence for me to exist in at last - this is what i have been searching for, yearning for

i float around in neutrality nothing is good and nothing is bad and everything is dimmed down there is no pain, no passion no dread, no desire nothing of substance to make me feel

so i glide around my purpose to be purposeless and i fade away into oblivion