TOMORROW WILL SHINE BRIGHTER

TOMORROW WILL SHINE BRIGHTER

No one matches me in sorrow, I win hands down in misery.
I sleep in trepidation, awash in ancient history,

Trapped inside an anguished heart, feeling lost and anxious,
Shadowboxing with the ghouls that lie in wait to ambush.

I carry in my wallet a Tarot card of doom,
And in my house the hands of death have fingered every room.

They turn the chairs to skeletons, the couch into a gargoyle,
My dreams they lie in the desert sun, the barren rocky soil.

And yet an angel chorus rehearses and grows stronger,
Tomorrow will shine brighter, child, weep and pine no longer.

Trapped in bitter warfare, my dark side and my light,
Engage in their one-upmanship, a bitter, dirty fight.

I suffer so exquisitely, anticipating ruin,
A dark and dismal pessimism to be my great undoing.

I carry in my pockets the accoutrements of woe,
And stake my claim to psychic pain that echoes to and fro.

I tremble in a solitude that soaks me through and through,
Like a heavy soaking rain washing down the avenue.

I'm beside myself in bitterness, paralyzed by fear,
Oblivious to my blessings and the friends I hold so dear.

No one matches me in sorrow, I win hands down in misery,
I sleep in trepidation, awash in ancient history.

Yet I light a torch in darkness and my spirit starts to glow,
I see a future tentative and it beckons me to follow.

The candlelight sublime increases, growing ever stronger,
Tomorrow will shine brighter, child, weep and pine no longer.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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