My heart is like a cavern of large familiar rooms,
with many more dark and unexplored beneath them.
To venture forth and see what lies beneath
is mostly painful, its hard to go without a push,

a life event, a heartbreak or such.
It is then I am launched through tiny crevices
searching for the way back to familiar,
further from the surface yet closer to the center
or beyond, to deeper, darker, thinner tunnels
leading to Hell; or China.

It is not the surfacing in China that bothers me,
at least I know I'd walk on solid ground,
instead I worry about weakened walls,
hollow spaces from digging and searching
collapsing into nothingness,
falling into emptiness,

a freefall in utter darkness for eternity
with no sound except the sound of hell approaching.