Feb 2020
The deep, dark pit
holds me tight,
Though my arms fight
with all my might.
Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,
Every hour
spreading doom.
On and on, I try to flee,
knowing well its not to be.
holds me tight,
Though my arms fight
with all my might.
Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,
Every hour
spreading doom.
On and on, I try to flee,
knowing well its not to be.
