Dark Times
I’m sit in misery, up to my eyes,
I cannot even breathe,
My mid is deaf to my souls cries,
I cannot even leave.
Despair has become my only friend,
Conversation is small
My tears despair loves to spend
Always I have to crawl
There is no door in this sad place
No where to run and hide
I cannot even hide my face
Believe me I have tried.
No escape from this night filled hole
No glimmer of light
Like being stuck in a prison of coal
An eternal night.
Now as I stare down, knife in hand
Soul cries release
What is it no my arm has planned
To give me peace
As my arm begins its slow flight
I glimmer I espy
My arm held back against all my might
A vision of the sky
In my coal black prison I still remain
Trapped in my grief
But I know now I can keep myself sane
Just a drop of belief
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