Dark Days

Dark days too often come
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My mind fights against the good it knows
Wielding deadly weapons
Thoughts and words, and dark creations 
They swirl

These thoughts and horrors I could share
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My weight and burden is mine alone

One day I hope they will see
Alas, I doubt

And, I press on
In the darkest of days

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