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