Down in a Pit

I know what it’s like to be down in a pit

Spit on

Shit on

Told to go sit

Face in a corner

Nose on the wall

Eyes to the ground

Don’t talk at all

Either friend or enemy

No in between

Don’t need my kidney

No grace is seen

Eventually forgotten

Perpetually rotten

Your means to my end

Whether locked in a prison

Or down in a pit

You’ll choose to fend

While I decline to pretend

We’ll exist in this chasm

Your fetters fasten

But do not bind


Of purpose


For pain

Slow death requires courage

Deep pits fill with tears

Hard salt

Heavy rain.