When dark days come,
Remember,
God in Heaven,
Waiting.
He is long suffering,
Patient.
He slumbers not
Nor is ignorant
Of man's schemes
And Satan's hand of mischief.
When dark days come
And you are taken
From your home
To the new order
Where friends tell,
Brothers betray their own,
Hunger gnaws the soul
And hearts are cold
As dead men walk
In twilights path
To the darkness
On a horizon
Of promised gold
Where dreams died long ago.
When dark days come
New seed is sown
To reap a harvest
Of death
On sleeping souls.
Eugene 19/09/2021
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Comments1
While I'm not religious (as interesting as religion is) I can respect it, because just having the faith that things are okay is much more impactful then people realize. Stay hopeful, and while your at, write more poems for us.
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