Tortoise

I stop looking into myself
Introspection in vain
for I am a hollow man

There is a spiral
of nothingness
pecked out by crows

How do I escape
this ebony heaviness
Folding myself further
into a pool of tar
is suicide by default

In the end
I am bored of the wollow
So I stretch myself
and look outside again
The light is unchangingly
there
and the fullness
is outside of me


Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

13 thoughts on “Tortoise”

  3. Your finale is outstanding .. vividly intriguing ..
    “In the end
    I am bored of the wollow
    So I stretch myself
    and look outside again
    The light is unchangingly
    there
    and the fullness
    is outside of me”

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