Not on the Map

I cannot truly explain in earth-sown manner
How revolting this hole is - so, I guess, rather,
When taking you with me in unknown plight
I'll show what I can of that dark pit's night.
The dread of surfacing into conscious thought
Every morning I woke, ensnared and just caught;
The panic that filled me, the symbols of time,
The crude and imbalanced and murderous shine.
The fiends and ogres who fed on my smiles -
The ones who stepped harder while stomping my trials.
The bags that soon emptied, the screams to be filled,
There, void crawled the walls in the pit where I lived.