I lay on the bottom of a pit
I thought it had no end
That I could just freefall
I fell to it I hit it
Laying on my back unable to move
All I can see is where I wish to be
The good that may come
I don’t fight it because
Everything happens for a reason
Maybe this is my tribulation
My assignment handed down to me
People say life is just hard
The world will sort it out
But why continue if there is no hope
Of a divine intervention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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