The Dark Pit

Writhing in pain waiting for the save,
Agony comes and goes in waves.
Sometimes it’s just there like a never-ending sea,
Other times it’s a free fall, without a stop or plea.

Sitting numb, moved by nothing,
My heart’s weight is like a stone, crushing.

Trying and failing,
Punishment and wailing,
Hope fading, slowly paling.

Such is the dark pit.

I crawl back up with muddy hands and bloodied nails,
Bruises on my body and scars from old trails.

I limp out in the light and breathe new air,
Feel life anew, of things that were always there.

I vow never to let myself fall into the dark pit,
Where no humans were ever meant to sit.

But here I am, teetering on the edge of it again,
Will I fall in? Maybe I will.
But I know how to crawl back out, still.