How far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?
How deep is it,
how wide?
And why is there no light down here?
(D. James)
How far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?
How deep is it,
how wide?
And why is there no light down here?
(D. James)
As a novice poet I admit your short clear lines packed with meaning and imagery. My poems are still rather plodding.
nice. and there is light, but you have to open your eyes to see it.
