This Is The Dark Hour Poem by DM W

This Is The Dark Hour



This is the dark hour,
When music cannot soothe the soul,
And words are unable to arise;
From imagination's dried up wells.

This is the dark hour,
When the fabled gods retreat,
When fragile beliefs are shattered;
And time seems to grind to a halt.

Saturday, April 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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