Darkness would come by night for the blessed
But for the unfortunate it could stay for days on end.
The bright days had brought them these false hopes
Only to remind the shunned their distance To the sun
was still as vast As the gaps in their poor souls
A plaster could only do so much to cover
And the cracks are wounds that only cement could cohere
But even so what remains are hardened bodies
To root their minds to dark days they once fed
Where in sleep they no longer see a ray of light
But a stillness that lay in the back of their blank eyes
And so their lifeless bodies face the sun’s back
Longing for that anemone only their sunken dreams could grab.
Wow I love my pretentious poem I'm so poetic man
"...and whatever you do darling, remember to not let tenderness slip from your fingers. In a world determined to prove that strength is valuable, I want to tell you that being able to break down is so much more. So break down when all your sorrows have multiplied and your throat cannot seem to hold it back anymore, cry when the taste of salt stings the lining of your stomach. Life blooms from moistened earth, remember that always."