The PitA Poem by Benjamin L. WeeklyWritten 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. © 2012 Benjamin L. WeeklyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 17, 2012 Last Updated on June 17, 2012 AuthorBenjamin L. WeeklyRoseburg, ORAboutI am 22 years old and live in Roseburg, OR. I presently work full time. At my job, I handle second tier tech support by phone and answer emails for a major company. As such, I have the privilege of.. more..Writing
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