The Pit
"For the grave cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for your faithfulness."
Isaiah 38:18
How long have I been here?
The countless ticks and tocks click
With every cry and struggle, I see
A pit is always worst than is told
The bottom never seems deep enough
Cold shivers sprint up my spine as
Pink sky recedes into deep darkness
“With night comes the dawn”
Hopes and truths, breadcrumbs or
Fireflies illuminating, whirling
Fade into distant wisps of clouds
Can night liberate anguish?
Can dawn bind a chasm?
A victim to some
A slave to many
A casualty to one
Roaring to be filled
It gnaws away
Hunger
posted by Kalford at
3:30 PM
1 Comments:
Hey, thanks so much for the encouraging words you left for me. I can't tell you how much I need to hear something like that from a friend from back home every now and then. It does make all the difference to hang out with friends around here. I have converted a couple teammates to Guitar Hero, one is now addicted too!
Anyways, thanks for telling me that I'm tough. I know you are enduring through as well. It speaks a lot about someone in how they react to getting a non-expected door slammed in the face, so I'm proud of you for finding those windows to climb through.
Sorry I'm not commenting on the poem. Not my strong point at all! Let's just stay in touch when we can, ok???
Ciao Bella!
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