My Abyss

My Abyss

When I regained consciousness

From the edges of my abyss

Not my residence of first choice

Just too easy to dismiss

With the ease of serendipity

And a dash of circumstance

Poetic rigidity withdrew without fanfare

So I now take my chance

I plead guilty to omissions

I beg for mercy from all

I will litigate my case forever

A tactic known as stall

Deprived of all senses

Leaving nothing to augment

Dealt aces and eights

Forced rapidly to repent

When I think of my abyss

I think of little else

Beside orange, month, bulb, and silver

And assonance words that help