Paradise’s Abyss

Walking in a lake of sand
Each step forward questioned as a step back

The comforting blanket of my home
Works its way into noose

No sense dormant from the past
The smell of lilac, the sound of laughter and the tender touch

Closed to the world both known and unknown
I am able to live the life I knew

Around me people are unsure what to say, or how to act
So I don’t speak, their silence is my shield

To others I’m a pillar or strength, sturdy against all odds
Yet the pillar is hollow, questioning how long the support can stay

About the Author

Along with Neil, Peter is a founding editor of American Manifest. Colorado native and former political staffer, Peter currently resides in Los Angeles.