The Only Saviour From My Darkness

Dark days, dark nights,
Darkness became my daily plight,
No hope of the sight of daylight,
Nor the clear evening skies.

My workplace let me go,
I had become an excess luggage,
A trash best left in the garbage,
I had become a disabled zero.

One year, two years
And then three years too many,
I was deserted by my own family,
I knew it would happen eventually.

Two nights later,
I shot a bullet into my head,
It was my last act of kindness,
Death was my only savior from the darkness.

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