A Prayer

We all have the strength to overcome any situation no matter how bad it is...

The final hour knocked at my door;
This soon it will come, I was not sure,
Banging loud it slowed my pace..
Bewildered and hustled, I lost the trace,
Trembling followed by trepidation
Light succumbing to darkness it felt,
I ran upstairs for help;
Found nothing and no-one there
Trapped! Was I in the air?
Coughing, choking all near it seemed
Extremely dreadful was the scene,
I closed my eyes and said a prayer-
"Help me lord, the end is in gear."
Sudden thunderbolt and the path glowed,
I got my answer and ran towards the door.

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