The Dark Hour

The Dark Hour short poem

Uploaded by Tushar Biswas

Standing on the road, that diverges at the end
One way leads to green glory, another to the dark lane
The lane never travelled, is the one I wish for
As Darkness chased me, but I followed a star

Standing at the diverged point, I stared at the lanes
One covered with leaves, another with Dark Stains
The Stains are the Immolation, made by the one
Who died at this Sunset, watching his last Dawn

Stepped into Darkness and light walked against me
Not even a twinge of light, no memories to steal
The trees looked cursed, and air smelled of Death
Stood in front of my shadow, and facing my fate

I found myself in Disarray of sleep, away from me
Victim of an Insomnia, and forever I will be
Shadows covered my eyes, and was filled with pain
Burdens of my heart condemning me of my sin

I can never love someone, nor can I hate
I can never correct those Delusion, but to isolate
Within her world, I was welcomed to this game
Her scream dragged me down, and was carried away

In the dark, hiding behind the mask of pain
Halting screams I have cried, but I remain the same
I face the dark lord, she exhort my life and told
I close my eyes here, as she will have my soul

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