Dark Days (Poetry)

These are the dark days
that seem without end
where none but the enemy
smiles like a friend
the familiar turned strange
and the once-sweet is sour
while time has robbed everyone
hour by hour

The truths that we used to know
left with the dead
and nothing but double-talk
mirthlessly spread
the fools gather closer
the doubters dissent
the masses drift aimless
few know what is meant

When shadows come crowding
and whispers run rife
the candle burns low
on the ghost of a life
a soft warning note echoes
that plays on the mind
enlightenment’s dawning
through cracks in the blind