Dark times swallow the soul
Grips the heart into silence
Until nothing remains whole,
Until one lies with Absence.
Dark times eat up all Hope
A trophy of Will's defeat.
Like cataracts, blindness gropes
Perhaps Success, there to meet.
Dark times are misty days
Fade and blown to nothingness
Choice can negate it away
Welcome sunshine, a new day!
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