It is pouring out of me...

I know that pain,

I know that dark spot in your heart;

for I have one also.

I comes welling up out of nowhere

and engulfs me.

Its darkness blots out the stars,

but they still shine.

It covers the sun,

but it is still there.

For a moment,

in the torrent of the wave 

of pain that engulfs me,

I do not see them,

but they are there.

This place has blackness,
it has no faith
and it is hopeless.
It tells me I am nobody,
I am useless,
but not with a roar, but with a whisper.
The whispers are only lies,

its power was not in the words, 

but the wave of feeling that,

has now past.

I, 

tho am not with out faith

and I have hope.

And the blackness passes,
leaving me drenched in its form.
It is not part of me and it leaves quickly.

I tremble at its passage, but still I am standing.