Thought I'd share a little poem I wrote after getting out.
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THE PIT
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Grappling with the fancies
And the shadows in my mind
Fighting off the demons
On the pathways of the blind
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Thought I saw a light
Through the darkness and the grit
Shinning from the bottom
Of the blackness of the pit
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Like fools gold in the night
Deceptions of the haughty
Was this the true glimmer
Of our Governing Body?
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There upon the knife edge
Where I sooner should have been
I found myself doubting
Those Seven wicked men
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But knowing I would plummet
In a free fall of despair
My fingers grasped the edge
And I hung there in the air
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I couldn't hold on long
As my strength began to wane
My compassion fading fast
As my mind became deragned
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Then remembering my family
And the the world up above
I realized life's worth living
If I live a life in love
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So I pulled myself up
Out of the blackness of that pit
And went searching for a light
Beyond the darkness where I'd lived
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Finally free from the shadows
And the pathways of the blind
Theres a whole new world
To be explored by my mind