The Haunted Pit
Eric Ritchie
My view is marred
By iron bars
But I cannot look away
The sun is setting
Time forgetting
The loss of another day
So here I sit
In this haunted pit
With freedom on my mind
Lost in thought
About happiness sought
Something so hard to find
I shake my head
Lay down to bed
In hopes of getting sleep
Time to forget
This haunted pit
If not I’ll surely weep
- The Jailhouse Poet