A poem by Tanya Tenorio 08/10/18
Inky Depths
Today I am a deep lake filled with conscious melancholyAnd you are the fish lost in its inky depths
You try with endless patience to find the surface
But even there at the top is a vast abyss
Oh but the torment you feel from my dark and lonely lake
Because we know it's all in my head
We know this lake so dark and cold will drown you
If you do not get out instead
Copyright Tanya Tenorio
Poetry and art by Tanya Tenorio dba Tanya Chamain
