Pit-y

Empty, oh so many times

He’d stop to fill his soul

Lines unlike the ones in rhymes

Would help achieve that goal

A pleasant field to explore

He’d gallop, frolic, roll

A moment able to ignore

The ever present hole

He would only get so far

Before he’d face that pit

The tumble’d add another scar

While pride would take a hit

He’d try to climb his way back out

Crumbling walls would force to quit

Trapped deep down he’d wait and shout

It never helped a bit

A friend would always come on by

Throw a rope down to the floor

The prisoner could now defy

Like many times before

Free to run out in the sun

To feel like he could soar

But, by the time the day was done

He’d fail and fall once more