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When Dark Obscures The Light
Can you think of a time, when the sun chose to shine,
and it’s warming rays burned ’way the gloom,
when a purposeful goal, drove distress from the soul,
and the essence of self chose to bloom?
There ne’er seems a day, when the guilt doesn’t weigh,
like a millstone, hung snug ‘round the neck,
for the sting of remorse, on this spiraling course,
makes the journey a long lonely trek.
The vision of death, with a final drawn breath,
is too often a beckoning light,
for a ne’er ending rest, quells the constant distressed,
and disquieting dreams in the night.
Nonetheless I hold hope, for the wisdom to cope,
with the smothering pall of despair,
while awaiting the time, if it e’er chose to shine,
when the sunlight turns cloudy days fair.
