Darkness Ensues

My darkest day has not come.
When the candles burn out,
when the stars fade to black,
when my spirit starts to slack,
when the grim reaper attacks,
when nightmares become real,
when my fate becomes sealed,
when my skin forgets to feel,
my darkest day will come.
Until then, I will spend my life
spreading light before darkness
ensues; I have no time to lose.

Darker Days

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.