The Pit

Image: © Davy D Writer

Coal haunted his bones
Ghosts he never met
Wet walls of black stone
Catch upon a common air
In the way a sea
Can flex and define time
And drift in the promise 
Of light in Winter sky

9 thoughts on “The Pit

  1. Our pasts are ingrained in us. Good or bad. That’s the way it is. But we continue to carry them as we move forward. But the load should be light. Well written, Davy. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Terveen. I agree about how our pasts are ingrained in us. As time progresses I think we become more familiar and comfortable with them. Writing certainly helps lighten the load.

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