Hope
A dark mass engulfs me
I feel vulnerable and weak
For I am fearful that there is no light
Beyond the darkness that fills my lungs
Thoughts of death loom in the back of my mind
Slowly clawing its way forward
Like a spoiled child seeking attention
What if this is the end of my suffering
I close my eyes and prepare for my departure
Only to feel the softness of your fingertips
As they graze across burning flesh
I feel pin pricks arising as you whisper to me
My sweet child take air into your lungs
Open your eyes
See there is light amongst the shadows
These creatures that bombard you with darkness
Can be destroyed with a minuscule objection
Deprive them of negativity
Their very own oxygen
Without it they will falter and grow weak
Only one thing
Can cleanse you completely of such darkness
Hope my sweet loving child
Have hope and you shall be free
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