the darkness before the dawn

Living in a world where everything is at our fingertips
What I want most is just out of reach
Walking alone I wonder if I am in the darkness before the dawn
My feet move and life goes on but I feel as stagnant as a dirty pond
Quenching the life out of anything that attempts to move on
A shadow has fallen, banishing the light to the farthest corners
Hope is all I have left to yield against the most terrifying of horrors
In the land of the darkness before the dawn
Just when I feel as though I have the upper hand I tend to forget
My strategic battle plan of how to survive this gladiator spectacle of a place
Despair and discouragement are the strongest of my woes,
They seek to suck me into the stench of misery and bind me to believe
That there is no escape from the darkness before the dawn
On the brink of letting go and drowning in the stagnant stench,
A hand plunge deep grasping my soul and pulling me back to life
As my heart vomits the unwanted taste of loneliness,
I recognize the touch of love upon my face
Opening my eyes, and shedding the shadow of disgrace
The darkness before the dawn
Has atlas been replaced