Pit of Feeling
The pit was deep.
I could not see the light,
when I looked up.
I realized it was my fault;
I wasn't looking for hope.
I was burying myself in sorrow.
I believed no one knew how I felt.
I belived I would never come out
of that pit.
And the dark began,
to feel warm.
And before I knew it,
the dark had turned
to light.
and I was not alone.
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Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
