In My Darkest Hour
In my darkness
hour,
All I felt was hurt
and pain.
I didn't want to
go on,
I was flatlining…
beep ….beep..
beep…. beep..
But poetry saved
me.
Now I am alive
and well.
Because of poetry.
Alexis Y.
11/18/19
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2019
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