I'm falling down in that pit they call love.
Everyone smiling in the pit, everyone frowning up above.
And just before I reach bottom,
I grab hold to a small rope
dangling from above
and then I begin to climb away.
Yet, the pit promises a good life.
Suffocation is my worry.
Loneliness creates confusion.
Past pain nags at my soul.
I try to climb away toward
those strangers at the top.
Their smiling, urging me on.
Then my conscience whispers
and I let go of the rope.
The strangers, up above, frown.
I fall further down into the pit
wearing a false smile
along the way
I fall.
Nicholl McGuire
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