The Chasm

More nondescript than the men that stroll the black asphalt,

Yet a deviant that stalks the setting sun.

It wraps its dark wings over the innocent,

And swallows them into a lugubrious trench.

The trench contains a vast blackness,

But the sounds within squeeze into your ears,

Expanding inside and painfully searing their cries into your mind,

And slip out as quickly as they came in.

The chasm has no mercy.

As you sink into the dark feathers of regret,

Not able to dig your tiny body out,

The claws of the desperate fools grasp your feet.

They pull you in with them.

Wanting to taste the fresh light,

The light that bathed you, yet you took no notice or gratitude,

Feeling as though they could lap up their memories.

The chasm has no mercy.

As their teeth sink into the cloak of innocence,

Tearing it to shreds, revealing the naked core of you,

Your confidence melts and drips,

Through the tendrils of your sinking mind.

The bird that took you to this place,

It now spreads a wing with a monotone roar,

Covering the entrance, waiting for the next prey.

You witness for eternities,

Those who made the same mistakes as you,

The ones whose screams are no use to the bird,

The bird of the chasm.

The bird has no mercy.

The chasm has no mercy.

You witness, and decompose,

But you do not become granted with the most valuable gift,

One thing that is wanted most in the chasm.

Death.

The chasm has no mercy.

Author's Note

I'm definitely not this dark in real life. I'm a very talkative and just average girl in high school. I hope you will consider my poem to be one of the top 3 winners. Thank you!
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