THE DARK

A Poem

There was always a constant thought within,
The heart that felt the pleasure broke,
The feel of love faded,
With the broken heart and weary soul,
Waited for the one who meant the whole,
Yet tried to vanish the memories we made together,
No one was stuck with me this long,
And now I really suffer all along,
The days was darkened with doom,
And the flowers lost their bloom,
Everything seemed to be still and grim,
And sorrow filled the soul till the brim,
The days may have gone,
But I wait for you from dusk to dawn.