The Pit!!!

This poem was written after I found out that my Uncle Bill had Cancer.
In a way the Cancer is The Pit.......a deep, dark abyss of pain.

Spiralling down into a pit,
The darkness eats my soul.
Always falling, never stopping,
A never-ending cavernous hole.

What is this place where we all go,
When our life seems so bleak?
It strengthens up the strong ones,
And feasts upon the weak.

It has no sides, it has no walls,
No floor on which to rest,
The monster rears it's ugly head,
And enjoys it's feeding fest.

Is there a way to stop this thing,
That feeds upon our pain,
A way to make it go away,
Or will it always remain?

The questions can't be answered,
The problems can't be solved,
There is no rhyme or reason,
But everyone's involved.

The pit will always be there,
Just waiting for its' prey,
But it won't feast upon my soul,
At least not for today.