there’s no light in sight.
I’m waiting here,
in the dark.
I waiting for someone to come and rescue me.
Funny, isn't it?
I’ve always prided myself in being in the light,
now I sit in the darkness.
It was my pride that brought me here,
my stupidity in thinking I could take them alone.
Now I’m alone
so alone. . .
who will save me?
Who will come and take me back to the light?
There's no hope in sight,
the light barely on the horizon.
Darkness, desperation, numbness
all I feel.
Here without the light makes me wonder,
who am I?
Where am I?
God.
Jesus.
I scream, no one listens.
Helping me would be out of their comfort zone,
they'd have to get their hands dirty.
We can't have that. . .
Darkness, pure darkness.
Desperation, it's penetrating.
It pulses through me,
numbness,
depression,
darkness.
Where am I?
Silence.
Numbness.
Who have I become?
Numbness.
Silence.
I look up, I expect darkness.
Then-
Light,
hope,
Jesus.
Soon. . .
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