Sunken pits in a wasteland
Designed to trap and maim
Mists of fog hang like veils
Waiting for your soul to claim
You climb out of one pit
But fall into another
You are trapped in this cycle
Each time, it’s harder to recover
For in every pit you fall
Comes the agonising decision
To risk having more pain
Or to accept the peaceful oblivion
If the mist would rise
And your line of vision become clear
You would see a beautiful landscape
And that you are so near
But in the dust of failure
The mists move swiftly in
Swirling like a tempest
The moisture penetrating the skin
But one time, when you stumble
You will fall into green grass
And when you lift your head up
You will see, you are home at last
Sunken Pits
Dawn & Dusk 
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