A Lonely Poem

3/01/08

These frozen nights
Are telling stories
Of dead ends and broken bones
Our dark weather
Makes us so alone
And we lament for being mislead
But it’s really the morning we dread
And the good it brings
Because we still cling
To the dark.
In solitary we’re sleeping
Divided we’re dreaming
That things can still change
For the better
These heavy clouds
Let loose the water
That washes us away
We’re praying for tomorrow
And today, we’re still hoping
That things will get better
That things can still change
In spite of the weather.