All of the others

deeply deep

abyss;
pain without end.
a hurt that’s hot inside,
for hell is alive in a man’s soul.
deep is the journey to the hill,
to heal,
to be free;
until his feet finally stand upon the bottomless pit
and

inside me, you will find it
a dark longing for the lip of the end
a light buried under the tongue of those who curse.
down, don’t drown
fall, when you crawl.
there is no end to your thoughts
as there is no end to this end.

Ruddapoet x Tochi