The Thing from the Pit

         The Thing from the Pit

From out of the depth, this thing crept,
A hideous sight to behold;
It had been stuck in the mire and the muck,
Kept by a gate that was old.
I had locked him there, because of my despair,
It was dangerous if I let him free;
And indecent slaps, off his tongue he would snap,
At the innocents to make them flee.
Justification for his words, as they occurred,
He blamed on the prudish souls;
Alone and forsaken, still he was unshaken,
As he sought to escape his wretched hole.
Lying on a bed thatched, slowly a plan hatched,
And he evolved his master plan;
He'd change his spots to carry out his plot,
So he'd sound like a common man.
No more did he mock, or try to shock
The innocents who passed by his pen;
And slowly there, he gained their care,
And opened the gate that kept him in.
Then out like a snake, he crawled from the lake,
And wrapped around me again;
Too late when I knew what he planned to do,
Into the pit he pulled me in.
There's nothing for me, I'll never be free
Of this curse that's held me so long;
Though medicines help, still I am kept
By this thing that is always so strong.
So down in this pit, with my tormentor I sit,
I'm sentenced to life in this place;
The exit is closed, I 've been diagnosed
As one with an incurable case.
I'm really not sad, but for a while I had
A life that seemed so legit,
But I sit on my bed, take medicine till I'm dead,
And be buried with the creature from the pit.

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Justification...Prudish...Forsaken...Thatched...Common...Indecent