The Loneliest Hour by Michael Driver
It’s only in my darkest moments that I begin to see
That the key to changing my life rests inside of me
Holding hands with my demons
They’re jeering faces staring at me through the fire
Watching as I burn every bridge, sever every connection, cut every wire
Who can I blame?
Nobody but myself
Standoffish behavior
But truly I’m crying out for help
If I could I would take back all my sins
I would ask God to take my life
To spare anybody else any further pain
That the days of those I love might be sunshine
Even if I have to live in permanent rain
Even if it meant they had to forget me
And the memories we made no longer exist
I would gladly march through heaven’s doors
Instead of living in this hell of my own creation
These are the quiet ramblings of a fool
The professions of a mangled heart
The musings of a soul with no comfort, trapped in a darkness with no source of light
The words of a man who drove everyone he loved away
And is now trapped forever in his loneliest hour
“This piece is called ‘The Loneliest Hour’ and I trashed it because I felt it was too sad. It felt too self-pitying and I didn’t like that I sounded so…whiny for lack of a better word. I wrote it at a very low point in my life and I didn’t want to be reminded of that point. But I hope in sharing it, someone else can relate and know that they might not be the only one feeling that way.”
Michael Driver is a self-published urban fiction author currently living in Colorado. When Michael is not writing or spending time with his cat Max, he is usually playing video games or sleeping. You can find him on twitter @mikegdriver and on Instagram @mikedriverauthor.