Looking down inside the 'pit'
One-hundred and forty-four carved wooden skull-like heads are strewn about.  
The wooden 'skulls' seem to be hovering over the ground.
The faces carved in such a way giving off an essence of despair.
  Tormenting pain is felt bursting from within.  
Some faces have their mouths open as if wailing out in pain,
their eyes cringed in misery and desperation.
Other faces have their mouths and eyes tightly closed.
The way people do when trying with all their might,
with everything they have within them,
not to cry every tear they have hidden deep inside.  
Still other faces have wide open eyes.
Eyes that seem as if they are ******* out your very soul,
by nothing more than glancing upon them.  
Feelings of anguish and pure sorrow are portrayed in others,
for those wooden skulls have their mouths wide open.
Whilst gazing upon them your imagination tricks you.
You can clearly hear the ear splitting screams.
Screams that could only be those skulls howling out in agony.
Terrified is every ounce of courage you had.
Pain and utter-despair displaying the torment they are feeling.  
It is as if  looking down into the 'pit',
you are glancing upon eternal misery and suffering.
Do not concentrate your full attention upon the 'pit',
for will trap you into never looking away.
For the wooden skulls,
the faces of anguish,
are the souls of lost children who were.
The children who died prematurely, in safety, and in instances of terror.
Some understanding their deaths.
Some crying out “Why?” on their failing breaths.
Too young to have ever known how much their existence mattered.  
Yet their souls live on…
Death is everywhere,
constantly upon us.
It is only sooner for some than others.
But you cannot look away.
Gazing into the 'pit' at the faces of children who have deceased.
At those who have been murdered and unfairly slain.
Children from broken wombs and families.
Those who diseases overcame them.
Their ****** expressions showing such Anguish and sorrow.
Your body is paralyzed.
Overwhelming distress is washing over you.
Your heart is twisting studying the faces of pure anguish.
It is no wonder the world is as terrible as it has become,
We have evolved into a people who are selfish and controlled by time.
To busy to see what the world has done.
If only more people would ponder upon the 'pit'.
If they could see these wooden skulls.
If they could see the faces wailing out in pain.
The faces giving off an essence of despair.
Then perhaps the world could change...