I spent the day with my soul
i spent the day with my ghost
she had no smile
she had no laugh
she had nothing at all
i danced, i sang, my eyes held light
but she had nothing at all
i spent the day with my soul, my ghost
and she stood by my side and hummed
the saddest tune the world can hear
the music of the past
she could not scream
she could not weep
for she had nothing at all
her fists clenched tight
her presence was slight
for she was nothing at all
the day with my soul, the day with my ghost
could not have swayed me less
my smile is empty
my laugh is forced
we both have nothing at all
we dance we sing our eyes are dim
the world has nothing at all
Wow, that was really sad
I don't understand how exactly that could be classed under dark, but since you are the author you do have some liberty to put it under whichever genre you wish. But that is not the point of the comment...
This poem of yours... it was awesome i loved it and the title is just awesome. I saw the title and I thought it would be about something else, I never expected what I read but the poem was great. Really well done...
Good job