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
Hopeful
Of purpose
Thankful
For pain
Slow death requires courage
Deep pits fill with tears
Hard salt
Heavy rain.
