Darkest Hour

I'd abandoned friends been deserted by family
a sight dark to the end in a state unmanly 
Friends with fake colours I'd left behind me
forgotten by a sister and brother unkindly

It was the darkest hour my life hadn't prepare for
never would I cowar uncaring though uncared for

Anger above all I'd known forcing me to go it alone
in tears I groan the dread of no one but my own

I could of gone back to cannabis or got cans to get pissed
smashed up anything in bliss but I thought I'm not having this

The lonely dawning path before me somehow assured 
there's something more I have leading to a reward

In that moment in an unknown exclusion
an alien in an unforeseen reality
instinct found an uncharted conclusion
swallow pride and let the anger out of me

I picked up and object and let my feelings known
it was a pencil wrote a poem found a blissful zone

Something I'd never thought of saw me saved
if not for poetry evil would be laid
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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