The Darkest Hour

Time begins to weep as the story draws near and upon the mist, I find the drawer empty and the gun loaded to the hilt. I am in sorrow and the suicide in me becomes more chaotic ever day. I am sorrowful and grieving for a dove that I once lost. I am full blown and addicted to her and her name is Lola and I lost her twice in my life. I am over her now and in that life, I found her tweaking with me to drugs and that meant a life lost in the above. I once found her smiling from the dog parking itself on me and then it was lost when I beat that dog so ferociously. I told her one day that all was fine and the story went on and to tell it that way is to be of fantasy, for I loved her once and that is the end of the tale and to spend it that way is to say something else. That I loved her all the way even if all was lost. Be good my darling, for I am in love with someone else now. Ciao
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Michael Ammari
A touching story. Good. Regards, Love from WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you both very much. I love your comment Susan and William and appreciate your poetry even more.
Well done! x
Michael Ammari,
Congrats on your winning story
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you everyone.
Michael - you deserve to win something - so congrats in this !! tina x
Thank u Tina...it's nice just to be recognized and to have a place to express myself
So welcome michael :)
Congratulations Michael :)
Thank you Rachel