Darkest before the dawn…

( This was some poetry written by yours truly during some really dark times....)

Perhaps a truth that has been re-occurring,
Echoing in my world from day to day,
But how much darkness can one man see,
Before the blackness starts to fade away.

Maybe there is the extra mile, the light at the end of the tunnel,
Or maybe more black that leads to more black,
Groping around in the hope of some semblance of reason,
But the blackness cuts me no slack.

It’s darkest before the dawn I tell myself,
Giving up is not for us,
Maybe there is more darkness I can face,
In destiny I trust.

More often than not, he’s beaten me to my knees,
Made me repent every breath I breathe,
But I have this horrible habit,
I always seem to get up and never never yield.

Give to others the life meant for me,
My fortune, my glory, my everything,
Tempt me more with glory and all that comes with it,
I will take it, one way or another.

It’s darkest before the dawn I tell myself,
Giving up is not for us,
Maybe there is more darkness I can face,
In destiny I trust.

Maybe you’re showing me so much black,
So that I can truly bask in the sunlight when the dark cloud moves over,
Or maybe this is the way of life already decided,
And I just have failed to see the light.

Every time I believe the dawn is coming,
And every time I die, kills, some part of me,
Maybe on some day when the light actually comes,
There may not be left much of me.

It’s darkest before the dawn I tell myself,
Giving up is not for us,
Maybe there is more darkness I can face,
In destiny I trust.

Maybe tomorrow...

The late hours