Nick Kler

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My Darkest Hours - Poem by Nick Kler

Nights are dark here
I'm terrified to sleep
As the day comes up
I am so scared to wake up

How would I ever confront?
The scared face of my life
Somehow, I am passing
Every moment in disguise

Things that are around me
They seems to be the same
People look the same
Dancing to the rhythms
Of the demised or insane

Why do I feel so anxious now?
Breathless, while still alive
Lost within these empty streets
It reeks of death and defiance here

My chances must be waiting for me
Upon that street I was meant to be
I must have taken a turn too soon
Now lost within the reflection of the moon

I cannot see my future
It is so dark and confined here
I'm stripped of my only child
A blessing proscribed!

I've sold my virtues and hopes
In lieu of kindness and a candle light
They speak a different language here
Crawling beneath the shadows of life

These paths lead to nowhere, it seems
I'm lost without direction or time
Every breath that I take
It feels like a lifetime

I am bound to collide, somehow
I am bound to collide

Nick Kler

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Topic(s) of this poem: darkness, life, life and death, scared

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Lost, Dark, virtues, hopes

Comments about My Darkest Hours by Nick Kler

  • Adeline Foster (1/15/2016 3:54:00 PM)

    Nice nostalgic poem. Read mine - I Cannot Return -
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  • (1/14/2016 10:35:00 PM)

    A meaningful soliloquy during the mood of depression wonderfully penned. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 3, 2017

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