When darkness descends like a cloak in the night, <br />Casting shadow on day and you can no longer fight. <br />When the torch of reason and direction are lost, <br />and you’re fumbling around in the dark. <br /> <br />When love is missing and you question your reason, your sanity, <br />wondering if love was ever found. <br />When your reason for life itself is staring you in the face, <br />challenging reality and taunting you to face the challenge head-on. <br /> <br />When despair tears at your soul but your heart holds out for more, <br />sensing love to be found elsewhere, in heaven or in hell, <br />or in the purgatory of this existence. <br />When the knife sticks in so deep it no longer hurts, <br />and numbness stabs at your heart. <br /> <br />When Angels around you are screaming for you to listen to their torment, <br />and you cannot comfort them. <br />If you understood all this, you would be God, <br />But feeling all this is a mere, mortal man. <br /> <br /> <br />10th September 2003<br /><br />Andrew Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-darkness-descends/
