Deep in the pit,

is the place to dine on
those lovely woes,

and
rise to levels,

previously hidden

behind
the
facade
I
was
doing it right all along.

So in the
pit

is where I’ll lay
for
awhile,

where I’ll ponder
for
awhile,

where I’ll ****
the worst
of me,

where the worms will
speak the truth
and
devour false hymns,

polished and beaten
bare like the earth,

a fresh brewed cup
of second chance,

and

perhaps when you're ready
to forgive,
I’ll come up out
of that pit
and be
that man
you always
knew I
could be.