Abyss

I am only a whisper.

My subtle words spoken then soon forgotten,

but what I leave behind will fester in the depths of the mind

where I feed on memories as the essence of self fades.

Listen for me—I will be around.

I am the perpetual echo that grows in a hollowing whole,

disguised as failures that will not be overcome,

concealed behind loss that devours the spirit

until only a shell remains.

Then, when you are at your lowest

I will be the menace that minces your mind.

Bryce christopher

Bryce Christopher holds degrees in neuroscience, psychology, and computer science. As a poet, he has found his inspiration in the unlikeliest of space between having Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and Dilated Cardiomyopathy. By sharing his experiences with chronic pain, Bryce hopes readers will challenge their own perspective on the way pain cycles, grief, and how living can change in a matter of seconds. When Bryce is not studying, working, or writing, he enjoys drawing, discovering new music, and exploring hiking trails.