The Pit

It was murky, cold and foul
At the bottom of the pit
Each day I crawled and struggled on
To reach the top of it

But it seemed the more I struggled
The farther down I'd slide
Always being pushed or pulled
'Til I finally lost my pride

When I stopped and looked around me
At the others standing there
A voice said I was one of them
And their lives I'd have to share

So I lived their life in mimicry
Often suffering in the gloom
Then a voice said I must go away
Or forever be entombed

With scorn and scoff and ridicule
They'd try to keep me down
Yet still I'd fight and struggle on
'Til exhausted I had grown

When finally I would reach the edge
I'd see assembled there
A multitude of jurists
Who would taunt, then judge and stare

Then mockingly they'd laugh at me
Reach out and thrust me back
Their voices echoed hauntingly
As my world turned slowly black

In confusion I would hear a voice
That would say it's not so bad
I'd learn to show some gratitude
And in sadness I'd be glad

Then in fear I'd leave impulsively
For another voice would say
A cursed death awaits you here
You must locate the way

But I'd found my life withing the pit
Was bearable at least
And to try to reach the surface
Was to face a different beast

To confront humiliation
Seemed more strenuous each day
I'd retreat into my shelter
Then once more I'd search the way

I fought against the depths below
Determined not to yield
And I fought with help from other ones
That my judgement be appealed.

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