I lay here as a friend begs me to stay alive
And maybe for the first time
I see a small light
I know soon it will fade away as each ray has before
But for the first time in a long time
I can almost see the end of my dark tunnel
Maybe there is hope
Maybe I don't want to die
- 12 am thoughts
YOU ARE READING
despair- a book of poetry
Poetrysometimes the waves within our minds crash upon us and we can no longer breathe