Hollow Pits
by Isabel Meza
Darkness swarms from the pits of the bellow
consuming the path
visions unclear
faded.
It’s as though night fell when the swarm invaded.
The tomb draws near as gasps
draw directly
from the pit.
Crawling beneath the ground masking fear unknown
empty hope filled denial.
Unworthy
forsaken
burden.
Hidden are truths behind cloaked anguish.
