Abyss

Her heart an impenetrable vault

stockaded against any intrusion

too many setbacks had left her battered

tired, disappointed and disillusioned

moonbeams could not lift her spirit

nor the faraway stars offer any hope

no blossom brought a smile on her face

sadness, her life’s recurring trope

black and grey her favourite colours

no splash of other hue to brighten her days

disinterested and no longer curious

she needed to snap out of this malaise.

35 thoughts on “Abyss

  1. It’s what happens when the heart has undergone a series of battles. Love the way you’ve written this and, as usual, wonderful use of the prompts.

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