"As I still listen to her whisper's" By Ben Goode 2017

You may know that darkness, that I have touched.
In the deep pitch blackness, which made me feel blind.
My fears grew as I sat within it alone.
The quiet and isolation which has always haunted me.
There was a temptation to walk within the winds of a storm.
As I contemplated how little it would matter.
Would anyone know I had left anyway?
I wanted to just go away. 
Where my shattered heart wanted to lead me.
I felt as broken inside, as any man could.
And I didn't have the answers.
Just more questions.
And one's you'd never answer.
You weren't really coming to my rescue.
And if you were trying, you had stood in silence.
You had no intention of really reaching out.
Why would you?
And I felt even more alone. 
Knowing you were so far away. In every respect.
But I sensed a dark angel stood with me.
Only she seemed to understand my pain.
And I let her whisper to me.
For I wanted to hear them.
"Help me!" I screamed in my head.
But I knew that she'd hear me somehow.
She didn't make any promises of happiness.
But she knew what sadness I could bring to others.
"Don't go!" She pleaded. "Don't let this storm take you"
I needed to hear that so badly. So I didn't walk away that day.
I stood there at my window, watching the tree's bow to the winds outside.
The rain fell like my tears. The darkness remained.
But the thunder soothed my soul somehow.
The flashes of lightning as electric as my emotions.
My dark angel remains with me to this day.
She has never really left.
And probably never will. 
As I still listen to her whispers.