Darkest Hour
The bright orb of a sun no longer above his head,
The moon takes its place and climes ever higher,
No one will ponder why he chooses night instead,
The darkness rules over this heart of a fighter.
His dreams reside where no one can see,
His entire being crushed by others,
His intentions were boundless and free,
That was when they destroyed eachother.
Who knew that love and hate were so fragile?
Able to tip over like an unbalanced tower,
They pushed it over together,
Ending everything they made with eachother,
This is the darkest hour.
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Darkest Hour, which
was posted on Oct 10, 2011 by
Mommochi.
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"This is a bunch of poems that I've written over the years. It varries in feeling..."
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Free Verse, Imagery, Just for Fun
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