Dark Days
Where to turn when your days are dark
Thinking facing your demons is a difficult mark
Every hour is seen as struggle and strife
And a sister or brother’s life is left a sacrifice
How do you loose the fire in your soul
As it is snuffed out beyond your control
And we who are left with sadness wrought
With only tears and more questions sought.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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