A shadow falls, a heavy shroud,
Where vibrant hues once danced aloud.
A memory stings, a bitter taste,
A moment stolen, laid to waste.
The sun retreats, its golden gleam,
Replaced by sorrow's somber dream.
A silent tear, a whispered sigh,
As darkness paints the empty sky.
The heart grows cold, a frozen stone,
Where warmth and laughter once were known.
A vacant space, a hollow sound,
Where joy and hope could once be found.
We search for light, a guiding star,
To pierce the gloom, however far.
But shadows cling, and darkness stays,
A haunting echo of black days.
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Shadowed Hours
PoetryThis poem explores the somber emotions and feelings associated with a "black day," a period of profound sadness, loss, or grief. It delves into the experience of darkness, both literal and metaphorical, and the lingering impact of painful memories...
