Darksidepoet

My Darkest Hours

It creeps ever so slowly,

pretending to be meek and mild,

it sees you are lonely,

Alone, ever so alone,

The trap is set in silk,

like a velvet cloak,

waiting to choke you,

grabbing hold of your throat.

 

One moment it\'s sunny, smiley,

everything is glowing,

when all the time it\'s hiding,

biding, ready to pounce,

waiting for your footstep,

to fall in his shadow.

From green hazy meadows

and rainbow fountains

to the depths of despair.

All the while unaware,

of the Con man\'s hook,

to drive you down,

grind and swerve,

until you hit the ground,

trying to peer up,

blinded by clouds of pain,

numbly, feebly reaching around,

trying to stop,

the self-murdering thoughts again.

 

Desperately remembering words from lovers,

Mantras from Mothers,

instructions from Fathers.

Grasping, slipping,

My tongue thick and tied,

when I try to recall and say,

the life-saving tools,

which behind I can hide,

the literal word barrier,

I know I can use to defend

Myself for one more day,

against depression, my oldest friend.