My Saving Grace

Sitting in a cold dark room,
Fighting these inner demons of mine.
The loneliness constantly comes knocking on the door of my soul,
Am shivering even though its not cold.
Weariness slowly creeps on me,
The darkness slowly trying to swallow me whole.
Thoughts of regrets of what should have been constanly keeps playing in my mind,
The desperation of my soul vehemently screams out;
When did I turn out into this person I told myself never to be?
I ate, I slept, I walked about life as a normal person should do but not once have I ever felt alive,
Is it only me who has such feelings or is it with everyone else?
Have I been too blinded for the love of what the world can offer me, but not knowing the difference of what was right or wrong?
When had I lost myself to the world so much that I didn't seem to cherish the most precious relationships in my life, to the extent they have all abandoned me now?

And as I sit in this cold dark room alone,
Fighting these inner demons of mine.
Slowly realising how much I have submerged myself into this so called love,
But never receiving back what I thought except pain and suffering.
As the darkness tries to swallow me,
I close my eyes and flashes of my life plays in my mind;
Death has finally come knocking on my door.
Is this how a life should end?
I close my eyes and I pray,
Seeking my redemption;
For a hand to hold me, guide me and make me feel save,
To show me my way back home;
With arms wide open welcoming me back.
As I open my eyes I have finally found my saving grace.