The Pit Poem by Noah Body

The pit is so lonely, dark and cold
Saps my will and strength, makes me old

It grabs me and drags like an undertow
Down towards the hellfire far below

Shreds heart, mind and soul for it's dinner
As mortifications of the spirit for a sinner

Torturer's rack in a dungeon cannot compare
When the pit supersizes the crushin despair

If home is wherever you hang up your hat
Then the pit is my home and that's a fact

Four decades ago it first gained a hold
All time since then a nightmare to be told

While hiding in the shadows of midnight
All spirits quaking overpowered by fright