There exists an endless tunnel of space and time,
enveloped in darkness never ending.
all sound reverberates off its walls in a screeching rhyme
it seems as if doom is ever pending.

floating in this vortex of horror
is a single pebble,
not smooth or soft as expected,
but it is rigid hard as if chaos made it and perplexed it

the pebble falls and falls,
never stopping or pausing.
it longs to find bottom,
but its only friend is the passing walls.

when does the torrent of evil stop?
or does it even?
when will the pebble hit bottom, or find the top?
is it hell or even worse, heaven?

the pebble tries to grow, to soften, in mind and body,
but each step it takes,
the torment in the tunnel intensifies,
and it is hardened.

occasionally the walls flicker and change color,
rays of hope attempt to make its way forward,
and when they do it is a beauty like no other,
then disappear as if taken away by hatred.

what causes this pebble to be the only like this?
what did it do but try to live
it didn't even fight the tunnel of hate
that the harsh life automatically made his.

is this pebble the first of its kind, or the last?
or is this madness forever or will it pass?
do you sense the screeching awakening inside of you
and like mine, is your soul a pebble too