Darker Days
Darker days, Suns refuse to shine.
Machinery and it’s steady whine,
The torments all, we suffer through.
Seem to be, caused by you.
Crippling pain, memories of us.
Agony, and the need to cuss.
Society, it’s non-accepting ways.
Lives tower begins to sway.
Crumbling, on this darker day
This poem was written by James Robert-Allen Liboiron on Mar 05, 2007.
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