CRY FOR HELP IN THE DARKNESS

There was a cry for help in the darkness.

It was more like a wailing scream.
I put myself where the scream is.
Smoking one smoke after another
Drinking one drink after another.
Feeling totally helpless and hopeless.
When all is lost, no way out, what is being?
It is die if I do and die if I don't.
That is the impotence and futility felt.
For the party's over and the moon is in wane.
Signs of hidden struggle in the mind within.
Depression is a scourge of the soul and body.
Tempts us to take our life.
To leave this cruel world behind.
It is an outright lie that the world has lots to give.
But I shall conquer the world from within.
Make me my own world, the one of my dream.
Where I can stand up high above the valley.
Survey every row of terraced fields I plough.
With justice, love, compassion and kindness sown.
Like God I will be like the Light that kills Darkness.

Heals the hurt and suffering that caused the cry for help.
Setting myself free of the suffering of this cruel world.
Vincent Hongchuan Cheok
1/8/15