sania harris

Rookie (2/10/94 / Abu Dhabi)

My Darkest Hour - Poem by sania harris

Walking this road down the lane
Trying to forget the memories that wane
As the foggy fogs erase my view
I walk…

Scared of getting caught
Behind the bushes, I trot
The brightness piercing thru the dark
Blinding my eyes…I walk…

My mistakes all show one by one
And the dark spirits, they smile wide
Slowly, with my aching knee,
I trip, I fall, and I stand…I walk…

A changed man today,
But the memories stay the same
I slip from the gashing rain
I fall again and I look up

My darkest hour is here
It’s darker than before the dawn
Its brightness slits thru my eye
I try to cry, but I smile instead

There is no one near, no one to hear
I curve my lips to smile a happy one
I stand up tall, I shed my fear
I open my eyes, to the darkest hour

My shadow has hid behind my true soul
I don’t bother to go searching
I don’t need it anymore
I look up again and say “take me! ”

My darkest hour, is darker still
Yet it’s brighter than the brightest day
I raise my hand to go for ever
I smile as the pocket knife slits thru my pain


DECEMBER 27,2008

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 27, 2008


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