The crimson blood trickled down my face,
Blood seaping from cuts and scratches.
Beads of perspiration flowed down my face.
My bottom lip imprinted,
From biting into them.
My muscle tense from hanging a root,
From a massive tree next to a pit.
A hole of nothingness,
A darkness devouring any source of light.
The vicious chain chomping through the flesh,
The flesh I used to call my ankles.
My sweat and blood, now fused together,
Stream down my back and legs.
A golden shimmer of light is seen,
A shining glimmer of hope.
I muster up all my strength,
And slowly edge up to the top.
I peer through the top of the hole,
My heart suddenly dropped.
I see that I was forgotten,
CRACK! The root snaps.
I fall back down hole,
Engulfed by darkness.
Forever alone and in the dark
-Henry Amoroso
