THE DARK TIMES

When the dark times take her
She really could believe
There's someone there behind her
So close she hears them breathe;
Someone made of shadows
That she alone descried,
She feels it push against her
And worm its way inside.

A hand gropes deep within her
Her heart is vicelike caught,
The other crawls inside her mind
And grips her every thought.
It works its will upon her
Controls her every mood,
It over runs her spirit
It's broken, cowed, subdued.

She doubts herself, she hates herself
She's robbed of self esteem,
Each waking thought's polluted
Besmirched is every dream.
Sadness overwhelms her
Her heart's besieged by pain,
It courses through her body
It subjugates her brain.

At night beneath the covers
A voice speaks in her head,
It whispers in the stillness
'Tomorrow you'll be dead.
Come, come to the window,'
A soothing siren call,
'Step into the darkness
It's just a gentle fall.'

Its words become enticing
It speaks of peace, of rest,
She folds the covers neatly back
Sets straight her shorts and vest;
She slowly walks across the room
It seems she's made her choice,
Then from deep within her mind
There speaks another voice.

'Tonight is not for dying
This day was not your last,
The future won't be murdered
By shadows from your past.'
The voice of doom is silenced
At least for this one night,
"Tomorrow is another day…."
In truth its one more fight.

Tonight was not for dying
This day was not her last,
She'll battle still the dark times
In hope they'll be surpassed.

COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2009