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.
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