The Pit

Written 05/23/12. This comes from a dark period in my life where all hope seemed lost.

I'm trapped in an icy black pit,
Clinging to walls that push me away

My hands frantically seek escape.
Stress is the noxious fume in my lungs,
Befouling any air that remains.

The warmth that was the symbol of my life
Is replaced by a treacherous chill.

My hand reaches out in desperation
As my greatest terror comes true.

My failing mind has but one last thought:
This pit has its bottom in death.

Author's Note

The main purpose of the piece was expression. I didn't worry too much about form and style.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

You don't need to worry about form and style in this piece, it is already well structured and styled cleverly. The imagery you painted with this piece is really vivid and it makes my mind pulse with emotions. Good job. I can relate to this well.