The Next Dark Day

Without light, No sensation of sight, Udder black. I remember loving the light: Variant shades of life and delight, Emotions that rose and fell And confidence. “Don’t ever think you will win” Reverberates within, and then I pretend That renewing my mind, Capture each thought, A change of thinking Will fashion success, lead to joy, but That weak link will break. I am not now the strength to achieve Greatness created by younger stars, Positive, with fire and fight. Despair without reason is hard to take. Chemical brain malfunction may tell us why, But decades of self sorrow and pain go unexplained. And where is that damn God? It’s one way to live after all: Depression, self-torment, and pain. The curse of us depressed is to dream of A fresh start for the next dark day.