The darkest day

 The sun withdrew its golden light,

And shadows swallowed all the sky.

A silence deep, too sharp, too tight,

Pressed heavy tears that would not dry.

The trees stood still, their whispers gone,

The rivers froze their gentle song.

Each heartbeat felt a jagged stone,

Each moment stretched unbearably long.

Dreams collapsed like brittle glass,

Hope lay broken in the dust.

The clock refused its hours to pass,

And every promise turned to rust.

Yet in the black, a faint spark stayed,

A tiny flame that would not die.

Even the darkest day will fade,

And dawn will hea

l the weeping sky.