The Same Darkness

We’ve tried to measure this pit
pace it bit by bit
and examine, and not fear

its black pool. Could we submit
trammel soul to fit—
nothing? For nothing wells here

we slip, fall, fail again; quit
strife for dark (fine grit
of hope chafing deep, unclear)


An asefru for Yeah Write’s June poetry slam.

27 thoughts on “The Same Darkness”

  1. I really like this. I love the rhythm, By the last stanza, it sounds as if the someone is climbing and stumbling out of the pit. I think that’s my favorite part of the poem, too.

    Now I know what an asefru is, too. (I want to try it.)

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