The Pit

Some day you'll find that you have dug yourself into a hole and as the walls cave, you'll find that it's really your grave.

I lift my hands

to find them filthy

covered in mud 

from head to toe

Down in the pit

with all my fears

the monsters are here

ready to feast

I want to escape 

to see the sun 

I want to breath

things other than mud

So, there I hang on the wall 

that is as soft as clay

my fingers knuckle deep

so cold, I’m losing feeling

In my hands and feet, 

my heart and soon my brain

thought will cease 

feelings deflated 

Slowly oh so slowly

I feel the wall give 

I’m falling backward 

Into the pit 

I hit the bottom and 

sink quite far into the floor

my body’s trapped 

I’m deeper than before. 

Reviews

[Jen Lybolt]

I really enjoyed this. nice work!

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Thank you!!!

[Redboy]

AWESOME. I feel this way all the time unfortunately : (

[Phill Oz O'fee]

An animated poetical way of expressing how our failings bring us down to ground level. I can see the metaphorical slippery walls of the pit holding down the torment. Good write – although sad as well.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

You hit the nail on the head. Thank you for reading!