Doing good for a while
But then I faltered
My feet slipped
And down down down I go
Not like Wonderland
Where everything is curiouser
With magic and charm
And chershire cats
No this pit is dark
With slick smooth walls
And a bottom so far
I can't even fathom it
Light
I see light!
But alas to no avail
All it does is show how far I am
It taunts me
Mocks my failure
Just try harder
Is its favorite one liner
Others will pass
Lending a helping hand
Until they realize just how far
I really truly am
Attempting to climb
Pulling at roots
Reaching just above my head
But then falling again
The pit is dark and cold
I've been here far too long
So long I've grown accustomed
To the loneliness of being forgotten
Actually my pit is not that awful
Rather quite cozy
I can see in the dark
So really, I'm fine
I've made friends with the soil
And neighbors with darkness
Light we don't speak of
For it has forsaken us
Many years now it's been
Time slowly inching by
I am now one with the soil
The dark, the air
For they were with me
When no one seemed to care
And when the next one falls
I will be with them too
One in spirit
All without hope
For in this pit
There is no way home
- Author: just a girl in a really big city🩷 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2023 23:50
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
Comments1
I've been there. You will get out. Great metaphor for rough times.
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