this damn place

my beautiful mom continues recovering from a major stroke, a long journey indeed


there is no return from done…

what if you’re completely numb
by the time you smash rock bottom
life’s continual whipping stick
has shred your skin into gravel
a heart once warm red, now grey and pumiced
the soul once light, dragging you downward
you hit the base as composite material
deeper and deeper
hell can’t be far below the place you’ve struck
and heaven is providing the cauldron lid
your conscience has given itself over to
subterranean guilt
it is done
there is no return
from baseless bottom
unless the singular particle of belief you nurse
can tunnel deeper still…

Wampus Catman

I felt something ‘devilish’ was called for. Previously published with another post. Sketched while subbing a month or so ago – don’t ask πŸ˜‰