The Darkest Day Poem by Christopher White
The Darkest Day
The ground is cracked glass
And my feet are lead.
A million angels are
looking over their shoulders
And I'm begging,
To be saved from my faults.
The walls are bleeding red
And the sirens are screaming.
The ceiling cries white lightning
As I lie on the floor, scared.
This hell that washes over me
Is a result of my own delights.
No longer is this my euphoria
Only an image of perdition.
The monsters howl and spit
At my expense, I suffer.
Now I'm shivering cold,
In this hole, all alone.
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5/4/2024 6:15:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have felt like the ground under me is shacy and my fall at any minet. things start to get beter and the ground stops shacing and thats when I relis I was the one shaking I was the one that was about to fall. things can be bad but, if you look clous at it there my just be something good. EX. lets say you lost your job yes its not good but you probly hated it any way so now you can find a job you may enjoy. taking the first job that comes your way may not look like its the best one but, the people you work with are not so bossy and you my get two dolers les but your happy when you leve for the day. I like this, its powerful!