The Darkest Hour
There was no light at the end of the tunnel.
There was no tunnel.
Only the vast emptiness that filled my heart.
There was loneliness to keep me company,
Self-hate to direct my path,
But no way out.
Death will not due.
Righteousness is out of reach.
Where then, is my escape?
In my darkest hour I cried,
‘I am tired, I have failed, let me rest!’
To the unyielding abyss,
My will I surrender.
My light is out.
Copyright © C Torres | Year Posted 2011
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