The Pit

 

Deep in the forest 
Lies a pit, shrouded by night
The cries of wolves cannot reach it,
The rush of the river passes by without a glance
So it remains.
Solitary in of itself
With nowhere to turn, directionless
The pit sinks further into the Earth
A darker, more sinister place
Alone

So, very, alone

It wakes
The tremors of the Earth shake the core
I t  w a k e s
Roaring, dark, and sludgy
It wakes
The cries reach all ears, grasping them by the throats
I t  w a k e s
FIres erupt, chaos is on a rampage through the night
It wakes
It SCREAMS a blood curdling screech
I T  W A K E S
Trees demolished, ferns burning, the carcasses scattered the dirt
NOTHING IS LEFT it tells the woods
ALL MINE ALL MINE A L L  M I N E

And the pit stands over the destruction it caused,
Feeling 
Alone.
It falls asleep again, restless and empty.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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