Pleading Poem by Edgar Eslit

Pleading



Down, down and down
Below the pit on the quicksand grown
Its depth cannot be outgrown
What will I do, ‘am facing it alone?
Hear me speak; its rage is as hard as stone
Oh, God, please salvage me, 'am eaten by wound.

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