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671. Coping

Something snapped within my mind
My vision faded from color to gray
Thoughts once clear become quite jumbled
No more happy memories would come today
Evil thoughts filled me with such anger
Previous failures resolved to become alive
Things once simple became misplaced misery
Tendencies once kept hidden exploded from deep inside
Neither good nor bad had any meaning
A black darkness eclipsed the essence of my soul
My fingers clenched into fists so vengeful
The contortion in my face demanding others to go
Had a weapon been ready for my solemn taking
Surely Satan would have urged me to attack
For those around I cared not for anyone
For ungodly deeds there would be no turning back
Yet the moment passed as it did arrive
A strange peace quietly covered me with hope
A hand touched my heart and reassured me
A faith in God the Almighty helps us all cope


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