The Pit

Folder: 
Depression

WARNING: a majority of these poems contain profanity, depression, suicide and God-bashing.  It is recommended that before proceding you should read and heed this warning and if any of these things offend you the you should exit this page right now.  Thank you



Sincerely,

Little Leprechaun



"The pit"           5 - 22 - 01



My world is dark

full of Despair

Alone in this pit

losing fast the air

I need to breathe

I must fight

for the Love I want

for the ever-needed Light



This is a pit

narrow and steep

I can feel the walls

I can feel the heat

the Rage of my soul

it's Core I am near

I must get out of this hole

I must get Free of here!!



Then the light appears

narrow, pure and true

It beckons my strength

it heeds my Virtue

Of an oath I swore

so long ago

To follow down a path

and I forgot so



I followed in the steps of my one true Idol

I swore not to but still I do

Now the trail his life once blazed has become my own

a mirror I do see; a mirror that I am shown

I beg for forgiveness for this sorry puts

but the only reply given is the door slamming shut





My Rage has cooled

the dark even darker

The chill growing now

stronger and stronger

Filled with Despair

filled with Fright

If I had been a bird

I might have escaped this night



The Chains of my soul

The Weight of my life

These are my burdens

This is my strife

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Light is Hope, not God - no offense to the Monotheists

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