The Darkest of Days

Once I was told to hold on,
To what is true that I have known;
But the treacherous wind took it all,
That someone I swore to give my all.

This sentiment I am keeping,
Is like a knife in my heart that is beating;
Slowly I am falling, slowly I am dying,
The promise is gently failing.

The saddest of time, the darkest of days,
The tide had come to me in many ways;
But never like this is the same,
And how I wish it never came.

Poems

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