Darkest Hour

Trapped in the darkest hour of the night

sleep escapes me still

the ghosts of my past haunt me here

here… where I am unprotected

a world of pain that swallows me

keeps me trapped in darkness

and the hours pass slowly by

my mind wanders aimlessly

in search of something more

but every time I open my eyes

I am only greeted by the dark lonely room

my familiar ceiling that stares back at me

it offers me no comfort

and I am left to cry alone

and pretend that I am in control