Hope On a Rope

The feeling of disappointment turns to depression Which this feeling does not subside, it takes hold of your life. Seeing the bottom of bottles helps to bring hope, That can all be summed up in a folded note. A note of memories and laughter, Yet the anxiety is coming faster. Reading along with the pastor He realizes his actions were disastrous. “Help me fill this void in my life”, he says “Help me get my life back on track” The sound of metal crashes as he speaks He will be locked in a cell for eternity. Waiting to stand face to face and meet his fate, His dreams of Lucifer have done nothing but keep him awake. Words from the note come to life, And he can only kneel by the bed and pray, thinking of taking his own life. The power one holds within his own hands Only comes when there is a demand. As he lay to sleep that night cold and hungry He starts to mumble in his sleep. The lights are flashing all around Screams are now drowning, there is no sound. Blood is all around, and fresh air can not be found. Smoke fills the lungs and burning flesh ignites the senses. No, he cries in his sleep. Let me hold you one last time. Let me be that husband you never had, Let me be the father you once knew. Awake in a cold sweat, he tries to recollect. Where he is and why he is there, He remembers the hand he dealt. One of sorrow and confusion he only sees an illusion. Writing notes to no one but himself It helps him deal with the pain that he felt. The pain never subsides It only helps him to hold onto his old life.