Hopelessness

There is a place that exist that is far worse than going to hell,

It's not a physical place that's an inferno of layers or jail,

It's a state in which one stumbles into part choice and part chance,

It's a place so terrible I'd prefer to ask the devil to dance,

At least in hell there is fire burning for light and people around you who suffer the same fate,

The place that's far worse has no light, and no others, and there there is no escape,

For in hell you can repent and maybe god take pity and bring you back above,

In this dark place there is return, no feelings of love,

Here you are alive yet dead, you are neither here nor there,

You try to ask for help but no one else cares,

By this time you have tried it all to stay positive and believe,

They say it can't rain forever, but now the waters so high you can't breathe,

You've exhausted all faith, prayers seem to be just left on unread,

There's no running away either, so you'd rather be dead,

It's hard for you to understand, they say you reap what you sow,

And you've planted good seeds but none seem to grow,

Instead of a great harvest you find yourself in a famine,

You contemplate why and all you were planning,

How can it be pouring rain yet nothing has grown,

You've lost everything, family, friends and your home,

Don't lose your faith, that's the one thing you'll hear,

And you keep on believing but then there goes a year,

This is when you stumble into the place for which I speak,

you've been beaten without time to recover so you now its defeat,

You can avoid this place even when you've lost all of your tangible things,

But once you lose your hope then the final bell rings,

To all of you wondering if what I'm telling is true,

I'm stuck in here now and I'm describing the view,

There is no going back for me but for you there's still time,

If I had known that losing hope sends you here, I would have never lost mine.

Nothing last forever, but forever will always last.

When we realize there is no present, future or past.

The irony that we use numbers to measure life's time, when numbers are infinite it's all in our mind.

How is it that time is so limited when it never even ends, when our time runs out another's just begins.

We think time halts when we cease to exist, but life got along fine before us so don't think you'll be missed.