All days grow dark.
Some filled with pain.
I never look forward
to the darker days.
I can’t avoid feeling
down and dull
now and again.
Light blocked.
System shocked.
I hold onto the hope
I have left. Darker
days don’t stay away.
I close my eyes
and see better times.

Dark poem!
Days are getting longer though!
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Feeling dark that day!
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