The Book Of Poems

Bottomless Pit

I look forward to the sunrise when there's nothing going right.

When it all drifts left and I see the moonlight.

The shadows now snicker in broad daylight.

It's time to head out but it's far too late.

I'm falling headfirst towards my fate.

It doesn't look great, there's nothing but hate.

The walls are tearing down as the ceiling begins to crumble.

I need to think fast or I'll be in trouble.

But my mind is a colourless cloud.

Emitting toxic towards the ground.

I don't see the bottom but the end is here.

The time for fear is all too well near.