The Pit
This pit
Is getting deeper every day
There's no way out
I can't get out
This blackness of sadness
Covers me over
Thick like wool
Slick like oil
It slides like a heavy tide
Down my throat
Suffocating my mind
My heart
My soul
This pit
Is getting darker ever day
I can't see anymore
I'll never see again
These roots
Are pulling me deeper every day
Ripping away at my chest
Tear and shred
They never rest
This pit
Is getting deeper
Darker
Every day
There must be a way out
I'll find the way out
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2011
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