Best Bottomless Pit Poems
From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated,
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.
Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other,
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.
Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf.
I couldn't blame my mother
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.
He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling,
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.
Bankrupt and broke life has given to me
Endless contradictions with windows I see
What a shame that it is to be in this bind
However the outcome I'm losing my mind...
Yesterdays care gave out almost there
While trailing once more, lifes relentless wear
Has taken me down again and again
Yet this time it's different, this time I give...
Watching and wishing I keep on missing
Something inside that will stop it's pissing
Life's pissing on me and letting me know
Get out of the way get out of the flow
I've fallin again and boy I fell hard
Fighting lifes ways justifies my scar's
Painful emotions have robbed me today
It procrastinated awhile and became enraged
What can I do when inside me I knew
There's somewhere I'd been adjusting my view
I am all the way down and feeling quite sick
Standing on the bottom of life's bottomless pit...
Are You In A Bottomless Pit?
it's easy to get
discouraged and upset.
Being addicted, bt you
can't escape just yet"
You've tried "everything." But don't
know what else to do?
Is there anyone
who can help you through?.
The things you've done.
You’ve wanted to be forgiven!
Yet struggle with this
Each day your liven!
You greet people and
wear a "smile."
Do you wonder if living
is really "worth the while."
You may have prayed
over and over again.
And yet constantly struggle
with a stubborn sin.
Many times when you've tried to
call on Jesus' name.
Yet find yourself in
"guilt and shame."
Jesus is here now!
He wants you to know…
He can bring satisfaction and
Make you WHOLE!
Rather than thinking of things
done in the past.
Come to Jesus now!
His love will always LAST!
Allow God to bring to your life
the needed victory now!
He'll make you a brand new person
and HOW!
By Jim Pemberton 01/21/18
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The pain subsided
as I lifted the drink
space still resided
deeper I still sink
Need a love to take up space
to fill that empty hole
a need to leave this place
to empty my poor soul
Waiting for some sun
to chase my rain
for that I am not the one
only I am to blame
A long game of chess
my life seems to be
lost all my pieces and caused a mess
as you can definately see
Hurled at the speed of light
Into a black hole
Into the fierce vaccum
Tumbling, twirling, twisting
Falling for a thousand years
With an unchained melody
Until the Reign ends
Then apprehended suddenly
Jerked up at that same speed
By that chain- feet first
With that same unbroken
Primal scream
In fearsome terror
Surrounded by darkness
Dense enough to feel
More horrific than his own
Nature is precious but at a time like this
How was it before we were pushed off the cliff
Days before the world
Was suddenly hurled
Into this deep and dark bottomless pit
As if cast into the world, a flood it creates,
Yet still, the people fail to see their fates.
Though wealth may shine bright, filling every space,
Their hearts grow weary, losing hope's embrace.
The world has blinded them, lost in its maze,
They take the green paper as their praise.
While the needy struggle, their hearts tight as stone,
Digging for riches, yet feeling alone.
In a village where greed finds no room to grow,
A bottomless pit can’t be filled, this we know.
Even if a camel swallows with glee,
It won't gain a drop from a needle’s decree.
With heads hung low, they wander in grief,
All troubles arise from a mind lacking belief.
I fear the facade of this time we all share,
Why do people not tremble at death’s cold stare?