Depressions Grip
Dark..in depressions grip
on an unending nightmarish trip
Dark..as thoughts unsaid,
in machinations dread
Dark...as the human soul
as transgressions take their toll
Dark...as a solar eclipse
in life's sudden apocalypse
Dark...as moonless night,
without a bright guiding light
Dark...as the hour before dawn-
how will hope be reborn
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
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