My Darkest Hour
It's not just the falsely accused
That suffer
It's the children, the parents
The sister, the brother.
It's not just the horror
Of a person's false claim,
It's the band-wagon jumpers
That blacken your name
It's not just suspicion
That causes your hell
It's the following and hounding
That compounds it as well.
It's not just observing
But making it known
To the local community
Accusations were thrown
I hit rock bottom,
A deep, dark despair
I reached out for someone,
But no-one was there.
Somehow, I got through it
Came out the other side
With all the emotions
Of the rockiest ride.
A time to feel anxious,
A time to cry
A time best forgotten,
Moved on from, passed by
Copyright © Vanessa Hughes | Year Posted 2019
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