Lost in the darkness
I feel nothing but the pain
every moment of my life
I am lost, God why ….
trapped in a living hell
every move is torture
every touch to my skin is like a red hot poker branding me
There is no way out of this living hell I am in
I sink deeper into the loneliness
Deeper and deeper I feel the darkness enveloping me
The darkness beckons me to let go
The pain is overwhelming, I don’t know if I can hang on much longer
My mind slipping further and further away, I can’t hold on any longer
I want to let go, I can’t take it anymore…
The pain, the pain the never ending.
I can’t fight it anymore, the darkness whispers to me
Struggling now more, letting go of it all…
the darkness can have me, comfort me.
The end is near…
The Stained Glass Shroom 
This sounds like what my dad must be thinking and feeling. He is 89 years old and in a nursing home. Interesting. Thank you for posting.
@Kandy: You might think about visiting your Dad more often, older folks like to have visitors, even if they can’t remember them. All of us get too wrapped up in our own bubble, that we forget those who are not able to get around.
Cheers!
This poem is probably one of the lower moments of my life. I have many of them tho unfortunately.