Upon the Abyss- Michael Erickson


An abyss awaits those fool hearty enough to traverse our lane,

Along the edge of a twisting pool.

Our roots run deep drinking in knowledge of infinite matter,

Waiting for those who seek with an unquenchable thirst.

Pull the spider’s webs from your eyes and see,

Immortality is but within your grasp.

Stand upon the first step and behold the threshold,

A door no longer closed before you eyes.

Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

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