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 © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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