a poem attempt

Names stand out in my head, when I think of the dark days. The lights were dim those days that followed after. The light they shined found nothing to reflect back against. The dark days were a blurr upon the mind of those that don't remember but those that do remember it as they remember it well enough to not wish to remember. The names upon those were my own but that was not until latest of days. The darkness upon the hearts of those found and destroyed when we all just wanted to help. One by one they fell some struggled and fought to stay upon the light. The last of the days there was only one, one stood alone having the names upon their head and heart etched in like a hot stack upon the heart. The last to fall fell harder than the rest, darkness took upon itself to be cruel to the last instead of a swift demise it was slow and painful. Every inch of darkness that lurked crawling slowly towards them. Slowly crushing the light from within, the nightmare of the dark days were only the beginning. Those that it took earlier on were comfortable and cozy in the darkness sneaking around and manipulating those that were being taken. The life in the darkness was good to them, good enough to make there hearts and minds to forget the light. It burnt and hurt to remember, the darkness was a terror, but now a pleasant friend that comes around enjoying its popularity growing within each it consumes. I stood there watching them in terror all those I have come to be friends inside the darkness not knowing what they are doing or just not wanting to know. Men and women taking each others hearts and breaking them to their own will. My heart etched and broken it held upon the only light left I have found. I cling to it regardless of what darkness seems to sneak its way upon it. Somehow the light finds its way inside to keep the body sane to live another night in the darkness. Seeing the darkness over taking those that have come close enough to hug and hold upon. Pieces of my heart I tear off to give to them so they will know even the smallest amount of light in their life. Standing alone once more holding onto the smallest piece of light I can muster to help brighten the world, it is only a fool with his foolish dreams of a beautiful world with smiling faces where the word love, beautiful isn't slung around with no meaning anymore. The light going up was always the one thing to prevail over the darkness, but being grown your taught to wield it to your own pleasures and purposes. Where the kindness's of others is looked down upon, and where gentlemen are labeled as creeps or laughed at as they pour out what they believe is true. to only be corrected by either man/women claiming they are sexist. The darkness has battled the light since the beginning but now the darkness has won, and the light is being swallowed up tortured upon its own kind killing off all that stand in its way.