I just came across this poem that I wrote many years ago when I was going through some difficult times. I seem to recall I thought of it as a dark humorous poem.
I died today, whilst investigating my soul,
Lost and without a glimmer of hope
Cast aside, as if never having meaning,
Inside I looked,
Black, evil & festering….
Were the thoughts simmering there
I glared within, fighting with hidden resources
Deep inside the gloom I spotted hope
Hope looked inviting,
I allowed myself Hope
But Hope was ‘The Devil’ in disguise
‘Too much!’ I screamed…….Hope won!