That Horrible Pit

Stuck in a pit of slime and sin,
Pain without and pain within.
I saw above a sky of blue,
One called, "Here, there's life for you."
But I, gulped down my wine and gin,
Twice-daily dose of heroin
Would drink some more and pop a pill,
Then slop around in life's pigswill.
Lost my job, kids and the wife
Then a thought, perhaps next my life.
With mounting needs I turned to crime,
Sunk deeper in that pit of slime.
Feeling ill with veins so scarred,
Trapped, life became one long charade.
I glanced that blue, once more the voice,
"Your last chance friend to make a choice".
A hand stretched down into my pit,
Desperately I grabbed hold of it.
"Stand on this rock" the voice did say,
"I am the life the truth the way."
No longer hooked, no chemical high.
I soar with eagles in the sky.