Dark Hours

It is hurting to know,

On my face another blow.

Misinterpretations led to a dead end,

Never did I ever pretend.

Tears keep flowing down my cheek,

True guidance is all I seek.

Stabbed in back,

Another smack

Trying to soak everyone’s pain,

My whole personality they stain.

What plugs against me pull?

And like a pitcher brimming full,

Thus am I dripping with sorrow.

Disgrace to swallow.