“When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you”- Nietzsche

I sit on the edge for a while,
Feet dangling over,
The darkness slowly wisping round my ankles,
Tendrils of black smoke,
Reaching up at me,
Dragging me towards the abyss,
No strength to pull me in
Yet still a tether to the murky depths.

My childlike curiosity draws me in,
I lean in further,
And gaze into the depths,
All that lies before me is an endless black sea,
I quiver,
So overwhelmed by the enormity.

I can feel the darkness eating away at me,
I weep,
And that feeling,
That temptation rises,
Closely followed by fear fear,
Dread bubbles up from my stomach,
Bringing with it bile and further torment.

For I know what happens next,
And I know I can do nothing to stop it.

No longer willing to struggle,
I give in,
And as I drift over into weightlessness,
For a second,
I am happy,

For although I may have lost,
The struggle is finally over.


“When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you”- Nietzsche

What am I?

What am I,

But a collection of thoughts,

Puzzles solved and unsolved,

Questions that never be answered.


Why must existence,

Be burdened with doubt,

Creativity laboured with self loathing.


Is our suffering as great as our happiness?


Does it all amount to nothing?

What am I?

Spectrum of the Sun

An amber landscape expends across the rambling hills,
The Barren trees stretch desperately towards the sky,
As the higher they climb,
The more they are engulfed by the overwhelming beauty.

The dying embers of the sun race to cover the land in honeyed hues,
Extending across the landscape in rays,
Slowly melting toward the horizon.

All colours become the spectrum of the sun.

Spectrum of the Sun