Liam Connors

I found myself trudging
With blind hands
Upon mossy walls
Through the caverns
Of my own mind

Brittle rock breaks
Beneath my palm
I breathe in
Dirt and dust
I choke

No guiding light
I move forward
Intuition and familiarity
The only friends
I can trust

The air smells damp
Though the place
Has never known rain
A fog settles
Resting for the night

I am plagued
By a thought
Abandon, it says,
But unknown forces
Pull me forward

My eyes fall upon a light

A body of water
Still as my breath
Silvery blue
Reflecting and absorbing

In the center
A hollow black pit
The water
Rippled forward
From within the cavity

No fish swim within
Nor birds fly without
The water 
Neither salted
Nor fresh

Each crash
Of wave upon rock
Tells a story
That begins in the darkness
From whence it came

With every tide forward
Two tides retreat
I dip my foot
Though my foot
Stays dry

Words unheard
Echoes unreturned
Tranquility
For some, unnerving
For the rest

Small as pebbles, first,
Then thick as mountains
Rain
Falls from the ceiling
The walls are tired

Crash
They fall
The weight of the world
Having become
Too burdensome