Drifting Darkness Poem by Rhyn Muller

The world it seems to always smite
The darkness drifts, it droughts the light
Knuckles bruised with grave ridden thought
the Soul in vain, how long has it fought?

Time ticks on it stays the same
with all remorse the darkness came
ripping the soul of its laughter and light
absence of might and faltering sight

but once the sun comes up again
the light it seems to rise within
the darkness fades, it withers away
light that fills, the scars they sway

starting again, a whole new aim
with tears and pain, it ends the same...