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