Darkest Night

Darkest Night
By Sam Beverley

Thus he falls unconscious, into sleep
There's a glimmer of hope, a new week
One to prove more, one to climb higher
But he struggles to find a spark, a fire
He needs a trigger, something to drive
Something to thrive in the darkest night
He jumps, he falls, he flies no more
The air is stale, his face pale
He feels no more than an ugly fail
He seeks help but none is offered
He feels as if he couldn't be bothered
So he lays down and closes his eyes
Fear and sadness slowly rise.