The Dark

In the dark I lie awake

Hoping, praying for our sake

I told you all that I felt

And all I got was a painful welp

I felt my heart leave my chest

Never for me to find love's rest 

All i needed was some time 

To help me rearrange my mind

How does one fight a war 

When ones own enemy hides in the mind's own doorsd

Every memory a battle front

A battle won and a War lost

All these emotions cursing me 

I held them in chains

For Im not one to lose my porcelain face

Never one to lose my grace

to hide these pains kills my faith

in the dark I erase

Asking God why, what have I done

This was my darkest hour

All because sweetest memories had last gone sour

still i lie here in the dark

Hoping, praying for the spark

This poem is about: 
Me

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