In the cavernous crevices
Of my secluded soul,
Where I have not ventured
In an age and a day
There hides a darkness.
I talk of darkened despair
In moments of mutuality,
Of honest vulnerability
And I speak true in part;
There is a hidden darkness.
But there is something deeper
That even I have not met,
It disturbs me in my dreams.
I cannot grasp or possess it
As it slips back into black.
There is a big black dog
That spits out twisted truths
Of vulnerable honesty.
In moments of menace
I hear its tormented truth.
There is a private presence
That’s been there for an age.
When I to venture a peep
It scurries surreptitiously away
Into its ceaseless cave.
Written on 20th January 2020.