THE SPARK IN THE ABYSS
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
22 days ago
#poetry
THE SPARK IN THE ABYSS
by Simu
The abyss is ever dark,
deep,
bottomless,
spiraling into impossibility.
Hope is a fragment,
a scrap of meaning struggling to cling,
like a lost soul adrift at sea,
clinging to a piece of wood,
bobbing on the waters’ cruel surface.
Life leaves you in the void,
where words fail,
thoughts hesitate,
and meaning seems to drown.
Those you trusted
take flight like startled birds
at the hunter’s gun,
leaving silence where loyalty should have stood.
In that moment,
the truth of humanity
stares unblinking,
a mirror of your own fragility.
Yet then—
Dawn rises.
A spark.
An ember buried in the ashes of despair.
It flickers.
It fights.
It ignites.
This is not wahala.
It is fire.
A human mind pressed to the edge of its own potential,
where thought ignites the cosmos
and imagination storms without mercy.
A drumline of creation vibrates through the mortal skull,
visions once meant for gods
now pulsing inside.
Few carry such visions.
They burn the edges of reality,
drag the mind into the deep
where imagination knows no brakes
and destiny leans forward to watch.
Spectrums unseen unfold,
time bends upon itself,
threads of worlds spin,
and every heartbeat is a fulcrum
upon which infinite possibility pivots.
The mind does not drown.
It rides the wave.
It bends the storm.
It shapes reality
with instincts long buried,
awakened only in the rare, the chosen, the relentless.
Worlds unfold in thought,
prophecies weave themselves into being,
realities pulse with anticipation,
and the fulcrum hums—
alive, conscious, infinite.
It is not addiction.
It is acceleration.
It is ignition.
The frequency rises,
a song of creation,
raw, uncontainable,
singing through the mortal vessel
that dared to awaken.
And the universe leans in.
It listens.
It takes note.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
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