To think how long the fall is
How deep the chasm
The immense loneliness
How quickly grows the hopelessness the helplessness
The gaping wound in pride that is left when rock bottom is hit
The cold black horror of dispare
Crawling on hands an knees feeling the bones of those
Who were here before you
Looking for a way out and seeing neverending darkness
Wondering if anyone has ever made it out alive
Deciding there are to many bodies for that kind of hope
Giving up at last
Wishing to become another companion to the skeletons on the floor
Welcoming death on your feeble terms
And those who did survive
Knowing that what you did not see and could not find
Was the ladder carved into the stone
