Bernardo F. Asuncion Poet Verse

Each Passing Day

As I wake up
Early in the morning anew; 
Still hoping that the sun
Shall come shining through.

The nights before
In the dark I was alone; 
Crushed and shattered, 
I did silently moan.

The mornings after
Were the same as before; 
Sorrow engulfed my mind; 
As it did to my heart's core.

I didn't know
What hit and struck me; 
Worse, no one knew how
To save me from agony.

I couldn't eat
And sleep well enough; 
Presence of mind I needed
During those times so tough.

The pain of anguish
Put me in disbelief; 
How could I overcome
The anxiety and grief? 

Now I look up
As my teary eyes I close; 
I say a fervent prayer
To help me stay composed.

Each passing day
Is a blessing from God above; 
He makes me all the more abound
In faith, in hope, and love.

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