Final cry

Teetered on the break 
I stare into the darkness 
void of reflection 
Troubled waters of my mind 
Abandoned hope 
With soul departing 
I lie alone, 
Recounting days 
That hurt the most 
The why's the how's 
Injustice and pain, 
Throat worn tired 
Within I scream 
Alas this may my final cry 
Mustering the word 
No begging nor pleading 
A solitary word, 
I find myself with hope 
For now, at this moment 
My cry can be heard