Poem: Bottom

Up and down, spin around; down and out without a doubt. High to low, way too slow. Lost in the endless pits of devastation. Bottom to top, forsaken and faking the strides in life. Less is more, mess in the crest of oblivion. Minuscule, trivial, unbelievable silence that creates the cracks of a timeless spill. For what? The thrill, the kill? The hurt, the pain? The depths consume all that lays before us. Broken, unspoken the words fall from the lips of the alliance. More so, less so the silver tongue falls to the quietness of the bottomless, and then nothing; and everything.

Published by N.K. Sterling

A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA.

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