Darkest Hour

Darkest Hour short poem

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I sit in the dark and wait for the day.
The darkest hour of my life,
I do not know when it will pass away.

A fear lurking inside, my faith seems to have lost its way.
I peep back to my past,
Time has killed it, it no more lasts.

My guardian angel, my hero,
He carried me on his shoulders when I was a zero.

The strength seems to fade now,
my soldier lies in pain.
I stretch my hand in the hollow & call out – All in vain.

Hope, Do not go away.
There you are flickering by the end of the bay.

Come now as I cling by a thread,
Show me a miracle unsaid.

I sit in the dark and wait for the day.
The darkest hour of my life,
I do not know when it will pass away.

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Shamala Chandran
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A brave poem, reminds me of the time when I was feeling low. But there is always a bright side…things sure get better sooner or later 🙂

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