a poem I wrote

Black days

days when hope is scarce
melancholy overwhelms
the energy to struggle is gone
and resignation resumes.

love is the only keeper
it calls you back
for the remains of the Day
like a candle in the dark.

after the peace of night
yesterday seems imagined
the only trace in lovers eyes
of concern.

Under layers of ambition
melancholy is hidden
a sleeping beauty
giving peace in the eye of the inevitable storm.

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