# The Pit

Author: Hound_Fox
Tags: Depressing, Did I say depressed, Dramatic, Fox, Male, Poem, Rhyme, Sporadic, depressed, hound, hound fox

#4 of Hound's Poetry Corner

Oh heavens! Can it be? A poem from Hound Fox that tries to rhyme? Oh yes. That's exactly what this is.

Face down in the pit, I lay,

awaiting your killing blow;

a somber gale to take me away.

 

Cheapened by my bitter tears,

the cretins demand a show,

a punishment for my fears.

 

A pint of blood should do,

but the sweat can't hurt though;

maybe some urine too.

 

Disgrace is a fitting title.

Carve it through my chest;

do so with a smile.

 

The moment is for the taking,

it happens only once;

a mere blink would be ruining.

 

Face down in the pit, I lay,

a tattered, quiet mess.

In the pit I shall stay.

 

Face down in the pit, I lay;

breathless and still,

the crowd has nothing to say.

 

Face down in the pit, I stay,

under the brightening sky.

May it wash me away.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm05owvn
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