Zachary Robinson

Doubled Doubt

I have seen the avid allure of the abyss.

It's watching, waiting, weeping on the wayside.

Scouring, searching for any semblance of sense.

And yet it finds none.

And I have seen the secrets buried by the sorrow of the self;

Decades of despair drowning the dreamer's dance.

As all that's left in absence is apathy,

And yet they push on.

And I have seen the meeting of both margins,

Culminating in a crucial crux of comparison.

Neither knows the other's notions,

And yet they are the same.