#1573-Dark

Days,

When horizons are bright,

You’re above the clouds,

Yet it feels black.

Alone,

In a vast, empty land.

Waiting, for nighttime to arrive.

Staring at distant mountains,

In waning daylight,

Wanting to remember moments,

Before they pass.

Afraid of cold, lonely nights,

When dawn, refused to arrive.

But memories of sunsets,

Never fade.

Even when eyes,

Can no longer sense.

And as darkness arrives,

Wondering why,

The sun refuses to shine,

While demons dance,

Around the approaching night,

A leafless tree stands alone,

Unafraid,

Staring at the bright skyline,

Knowing eternal darkness,

Only resides,

In dying minds.