Beacon Of Hope

I crawled my way 

From hell below

To find hell above

Nowhere to turn

So I bow and pray

Can't give in and accept

What has come my way,

These demons have followed

My path, My scent

They surface in my thoughts

My feelings, they influence,

There thirst for my soul

They have a death grip

And I feel I'm losing control,

The Angels I await

To help with this fight

Praying that my prayers

Have not fallen on deaf ears

I continue to reach for

The Beacon of Hope

In hopes to rid

These vicious fears.

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

I love the controlled beginning, up to and including the line about the demons following your scent; that is a great line...and then, once we get over that poetic peak, we start to tumble and free fall and spiral down into this chasm of despair out of which you are so desperate to climb...and then we see that beacon of hope...

Really well done.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you very much. Just noticed a typo - going to fix it now.

[Pax]

hopeful light will bring light to your vicous fears... never give up.. i say to myself: every hardship always have happiness in return... no matter how long.. there will always a time for us to relief our selves from this pains and harsh realities...
great!

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you for shedding such light on my darkness :)

[Lover Of Words]

Brovo Brovo "takes bow"

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you