In My Darkest Hour Poem by S.. A.B.

in my darkest hour its that faint light...

glimpses of happiness
amplified by a photograph
shades of colour
captured in black in white

bitter frost eats away
what the sun aimed to create
leaves fall for new ones
to grow in their place

beauty in numbers
through dry deserts
the pack run together
for an uncertain oasis

endless cycles of time
from dark nights to sunlight
potential searches in eternity
for more snapshots of life