Bottomless Pit

When we indulge in the darkness we find ourselves steadily growing closer to the hell in which we fear.

I’m simply dead
Can’t you see?
There’s nothing left
But a shell of me
My body is useless
So I threw it to waste
The creatures of the earth
Have already begun burrowing into my face
As dirt fills my lungs
I scream and I thrash
My long black nails
Are torn from my hands
I tear and I tear
The coffin so bare
I can’t seem to breathe
In this bottomless waste
I’m buried alive
By the fears I can’t face
Each time I fight
My body descends
Reaching the hell
I always knew I’d attend

Reviews

[Quill]

wow, simply outstanding, this poem speaks the truth

[Nyx]

Thank you so much ❤️

[Curtis.Lenker]

This is a great way to describe how you feel inside. The imagery is fantastic. I could feel every line. I know exactly how you feel in this poem that because I fight those same symptoms every day myself. This is an amazing poem. Keep up the great work.

[Nyx]

I love your comments! So deep and insightful, thank you very much. ❤️

[Curtis.Lenker]

You are very welcome.

[John the Baptist]

I don't think this one is to be taken literally. I believe all of the grim symbols represent anxiety or depression or both.

[Nyx]

Very accurate representation. This symbolizes my depression and anxiety and how trapped I feel from both.

[John the Baptist]

Best wishes to you.