365 Days of Poetry (Part Two)

Day 69: In Times of Hardship.

In times of hardship...

Time, it is but a precious moment,
Falling, briskly; alike wilted petals.
In times of hardship, together we come,
As I clasp my hands and pray, pray for tomorrow.
My words, forever, etched within your beating heart.

They say, however, all good things must surely end.

Time, it tortures, as life slips slowly from me.
Your cold, hard stare; it plagues my weakened body.
I am not a saint.
I am not a saint...

Now, I am only memories...

Broken, alone, I get down on bended knees,
And every night, I pray, pray for a better life.
Together as one though space and time, you said.
Why, oh why did it have to end?
I mourn for the gentle beat, of your heart so soft.

Yet still I stand, still I am here...