Darkness and Despair

By

Matthew Powell

Pain, despair, emptiness, loneliness;
When I am the most down, I feel these deep in my soul,
Though I know it can leave a hole.

Life goes on around me; no one can see deep inside.
Hope exists, and can sometimes light a fire within; other times,
Only the dead cold is found, in place of fire therein.

My life. I exist. I am self-aware. When that hole that can exist, there is lack of peace,
When the bad things around me pull me down, pull me in, the lack of peace
Is equal to ill at ease.

Stumbling down life’s path, falling down;
Sometimes blind to see His Hand,
I am in a cold and distant land.

I cry out; I hope my ears are not stopped that I may hear His answer.
He is there, always.