Give me a hand in this darkest hour.

Haunted by these feelings of despair,
No comfort coming from anywhere,

Sadness and anger overwhelm me,
Leaving me no place to be free,

Having searched high and low,
How can I just go with the flow,

Something has to sometime give,
How else will I continue to live,

The light at the end of the tunnel,
Is wrapped tightly in a dark funnel,

Shaken and twisted with no place to turn,
Like the fires in Hell they burn and burn,

I cry for help from my higher power,
Give me a hand in this darkest hour.

a reply to: searcherfortruth

Oh gosh, how often I have felt that way myself.

Powerful words.

a reply to: searcherfortruth

The hand has been offered, you just can't see,
Beyond the feelings of angst and disparity.
This normally happens when we get upset,
There is a way out, you just can't see it yet.

Step away from the pain and look anew,
There's always a hand reaching out to you.
And they normally aren't very hard to find,
Once you're in a more positive state of mind.


Beautiful words and poem..it's always darkest before the dawn..makes you enjoy the sunrise more..

Thanks for sharing,
blend57