In one's darkness <br />There's not much to see <br />but pain and loneliness <br />Oh sorrow it could be <br />You search your soul <br />for something like hope <br />but back inside, deep you roll <br /> <br />In the eyes of others <br />Your light shines on <br />But darkness...it smothers <br />And soon hope is gone <br /> <br />Again inside, you try to look <br />For answers some how <br />That sadness overtook <br />But like wind they run <br />To never be found <br />Healing..you thought had begun <br />Has really hit ground. <br /> <br />So you stop searching <br />You give up all hope <br />Your demons are lurching <br />Strangling with rope <br />And in this last hour <br />You shut your eyes <br />You lost your power <br />And hear no more cries.<br /><br />Meg Birt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ending-hour/
