I’ve been down to The Hollow, and I’ll never be the same,
Have YOU been to The Hollow? Would you dare to speak its name?
It’s a place as cold as gravity – it grips, and you descend,
It’s featureless, it’s soulless, and it seems to have no end.
There, you will find longing that has lost the will to yearn,
There, you will find love that has forgotten how to burn,
There, you will find anger with no energy to fight,
There, you will find emptiness that claws away the light.
Many start to stumble down – yet find a path to climb,
Some are lifted safely clear by love and care and time,
But some, they journey further – they’re the ones who can’t come back,
For they’re lured into the neverending numbness of the black.
There, they seek a refuge from the mirror of their mind,
There, they seek out nothing, leaving nothingness behind,
There, they seek to silence dreams, for dreaming brings no pleasure,
There, The Hollow chalks another victim to its ledger.
Have YOU been to The Hollow? Could you break its hold, and tell?
Could you rip away the veil of shame which harbours it so well?
Could you show someone a pathway with a fragile map of words?
That tiny act could be the spark which breaks The Hollow’s curse.
© Nina Parmenter 2018
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