The Days of Darkness

Memories of past bring with it associated pain,
Sometimes holding you down or drive you insane,

Emotions felt just as it was on the day thar is remembered,
The dark days bring feelings inside the heart that is severed.

To tear from the chest what caused the hurt inside,
It should not matter if that piece of you has already died.

Why does it still try to beat instead of decay?
If given a proper burial will the pain not go away?

I embrace this pain on some of my better days
It reminds me of what was lost so the memory stays.

Still existing are days I ask why is it that I try?
The blackest of these are the ones I sit alone and wanting to die.