The Darkest Hour

Before the darkest hour, comes the pain.
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The heart is broken, the body gives up.
Sobbing, and gasping, to even remain.

Then the darkest hour slithers into you,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, it’s all you can do.”

Numbness begins to smother the feeling.
The chaos of your mind sends you reeling.
In time you know there must be a reason,
To continue at least for a season.

Looking deep within, you search for the light,
A seed of love, to help you through the night.