The Force

Written by: Tim Ryerson

When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor;
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision;
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip;
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground


The first win for this poem was a first place award in a contest hosted by Brian Strand on 9/6/2012 for: 'CONTEST NO 196 any theme/form max 10 lines'
Written on: 8/8/2012