Softly, Gently Poem by Clinton MacDonald

As I look at me I can see
Softly, Gently I am dying
Little is left for me now
That has not yet been defaced with pain
The harder I try
The further I fall
Everything I do is to no avail
The deeper I look
The more darkness persists
Softly, Gently breaking me
When to God I turned
I found no light
No guiding hand
Nothing to carry my through
Long ago I turned away the help of others
And to myself I turned
Though, in myself I found no comfort
No light to make me feel
Anything more than pain
Just pain and black despair
To harden more a forgotten heart
Where hidden deep inside
A place where no light penetrates
Forgotten thoughts and memories
Hide behind this impermeable shell
To be forgotten among the pain and hatred
Everything pushed further away
As Softly, Gently I fade away
Softly, Gently I lay and die

~Blind Lamb~