The Abyss


The Abyss

I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.

I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.

Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.

I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Poets United.

26 thoughts on “The Abyss

  1. I love the film Leon/the professional – I wonder if he is the knock on the door to be sacred of – or vice versa..he enjoyed his milk..his plant..when he welcomed in more perhaps the abyss was filled but the end came quicker

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  2. I feel for this hopeless situation, the knock on the door sounds athe persona, he must open it and face his future. I wish him love, friendship, shelter and days and nights of faith

    have a blessed Sunday

    much love…

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