The Pit

Again I find myself in that withering pit…

In the gloomy shadow of its walls where I’m overwhelmed by disappointment and inadequacy.

My dream which was within fingertips reach, slipped away.

I fell, and became battered and resentful.

I see my friends who made it out, basking at the pit’s edge in victory’s glorious jubilee.

Now I once again rot, sentenced to endure the trials of the climb once more.

I fear that I’m too weary from my climb, that fatigued as I am, I will once again slip, and fall more finally than before.

My suffering for naught. I awaken to the feeling of clammy hands, and apathetic eyes.

They will say “it’s not so bad here…” at the bottom of the pit.

I fear being sucked into it, and becoming one who does not look up and see the sun.

Or hear the echoes of angels beckoning me from above.

To look about the shadows at lustless creatures, telling themselves that they are satisfied.

Deep down I’m revolted, hope and greed burn within me.

Those virtues motivating me to climb once more, saying.

At least I know the holds from before.

At least I want something.

At least I’m still human, still dreaming, still looking up and wondering if there isn’t more.