Through the pit

by Michael Fiscaletti, staff reporter

Encased in this empty hole

With the thoughts of a future that now seems old

But I’ve been told

“Be strong and bold, be loving and warm

but don’t grow cold”

Now this empty hole seems much more like a treasure trove

Where visions of the future shine like gold

Full of hopes and dreams we’ll soon uphold

And, if nothing else, my heart feels much less cold