Surrounding and covering my mind

Whispering the horrible what if"s

Trying to drive me to insanity

Taking over my body with its cruel intentions

My hand grasping the handle

As if with a mind of is own

So easy just to let every thing go

But still I will resist

For in my dark hole

There is a tiny thread

A white silvery thread

That  I cling to with all my might

For it is my Hope

The very thing that keeps me alive

 My hope that I will cling to

Until the time comes for me to climb.