The Blackest Day

by Debbie Bird

In the deepest, darkest hour of night,
The demon awoke inside of me.
Words spewed forth
That had no place to be said,
But I couldn’t resist this horror in me.
  
Fingers moved to the angry beat.
Rationality fled the scene,
As the blackest day descended.
Not realising the consequences would be forever
It was sent.
  
Driving was dangerous.
Blurred by a teary storm.
My blackened heart not caring.
Swerving angrily to avoid the curb
Fingers tightened, pain shooting through.
Death would be a gentle reprieve.
  
His words shot straight through my soul
Like venom filled rounds,
With a meaning so sweet
I howled.
His words of love
Set fire to my conscience.
I knew what I’d done was wrong.
  
Stubborn pride strangled my mind.
Forbidding me to ease his pain.
So again, the demon came
And poisoned the friendship some more.
  
The Angel guilt sat beside me.
Showing me a life I didn’t want.
Just like Stewart Granger,
I regretted every syllable I’d sent him.
  
He truly is the man I love.
My soul mate to the end.
But, from somewhere deep within,
I have to climb out of this darkened pit,
To all us both to breathe.
And maybe, if I hold onto hope,
He’ll be my saviour again.

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