My Darkest Hour
The sun is bright.
It leaks through the closed window.
I wish it would go away.
At this moment I want no part of light.
My heart beats.
Slowly.
So slowly.
It thuds in my ears.
Telling me what I already know.
A heart Can only break so many times,
and mine has reached it's limit.
I have always had my part.
And now it is my fault.
As from inside out the pain begins to devour.
Me as I lay here,
In my darkest hour.
Copyright © Jackie Adams | Year Posted 2010
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